Green Day With The 'American Idiot' Cast - Jesus Of Suburbia | Текст песни

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I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
The Bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of

Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fixed, sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the moms and dads are away

To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me
Well this is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

At the center of the Earth in the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught, the motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is but what a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures at the shopping mall
And so it seemed to compare

It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care less

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care, hey

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave

We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the stories and disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia

Land of make believe and it don't believe in me
Land of make believe and it don't believe
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse

To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what to believe

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist

So I run, I run away
The light of masochist

And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're leaving, you're leaving
You're leaving, ah you're leaving home


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