Jesus Of Suburbia Lyrics

Jesus Of Suburbia

I. Jesus of Suburbia



I'm the son of rage and love

the jesus of suburbia

from the bible of "none of the above"

on a steady diet of sodapop 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



but there's nothing wrong with me 

this is how i'm supposed to be

in the land of make believe

that don't believe in me



get my television fix sitting on my crucifix

the living room in my private womb

while mom's & brad's are away

to fall in love and fall in debt 

to alcohol and cigarettes and mary jane

to keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine



II. City of the damned



at the center of the earth 

in the parking lot of the 7-11 where i was taught

the motto was just a lie

it says "home is where your heart is"

but what a shame 

'cause everuone's heart doesn't beat the same

we're 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 holly scriptures in a shopping mall

and so it seemed to confess 

it didn't say much

but it only confirm that

the center of the earth is the end of the world

and i could really careless



III. I 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



Everyone is so full of shit!

born and raised by hypocrates

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 and

i don't care !



IV. Dearly Beloved



Dearly beloved, are you listening?

i can't remember the words you were saying

are we demented?

or am i disturbed?

the space that's inbetween 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



V. Tales of another broken home



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

to the light of masochists

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