Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia (live version) Lyrics

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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 or my private womb 
While the 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 everyone'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 England 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 we can go 
Running away from pain when we've been victimized 
Tales from another broken 
You're leaving 
You,re leaving 
You're leaving 
You're leaving home

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lyrics submitted on 01-03-2006
lyrics corrected on 28-07-2007