Jesus of Suburbia (I. Jesus of Suburbia / II. City of the Damned / III. I Don't Care / IV. Dearly Beloved / V. Tales of Another Broken Home (feat. John Gallagher Jr., Michael Esper, Stark Sands, Mary Faber, The American Idiot Broadway Compa (Cast Recording)

Jesus Of Suburbia - Green Day (綠日樂隊)

Composed by：Green Day

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 the land of make believe

That don't believe in me

Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix

The living room on my private womb

While the moms and Brads 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 c*****e

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

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

It's beating out of time

City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the d**ned

Lost children with dirty faces today

No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall

Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall

And so it seemed to confess

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 d**ned

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's so

Everyone's so

Everyone's so

Everyone's so

Everyone's so full of s**t

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 I don't believe

And I don't care

Woo woo woo I don't care

Woo woo woo I don't care

Woo woo woo I don't care

Woo woo woo 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 you believe

And I leave behind

This hurricane of f**king lies

I lost my faith to this

This town that don't exist

So I run I run away

To find what I believe

And I leave behind

This hurricane of f**king lies

And I walked this line

A million and one f**king 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