Green Day Jesus Of Suburbia (full Length) Lyrics

Jesus Of Suburbia (full Length) Lyrics

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