Im 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 theres nothing wrong with me
This is how im supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That dont believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
A living room
Or my private womb?
While the moms and brats 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**aine
And theres nothing wrong with me
This is how im supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That dont 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 said Home is Where Your Heart is but what a shame
Because everyone's hearts dont beat the same
Its beating out of time
City of the Dead
At the end of another lost Highway
Signs Misleading to nowhere
City of the Dammed
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 a 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 Dammed
Lost Children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont care
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont care
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont care
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont care
I dont care
Everyone's so full of sh**
Born and raised by Hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles 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 they dont believe in me
Land of make believe
And they dont believe in me
And I Dont Care
I Dont Care
I Dont Care
I Dont Care
I Dont Care
Dearly Beloved
Are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am i disturbed?
The place thats in between is Sane 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 thats my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
To die in tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And i leave behind
A hurricane of f**ing lines
My fate has led to this
Some town that dont exist?
So i run, i run away
The lights of Masochist
And i leave behind
A hurricane of f**ing lines
But not this time
I dont feel any shame i want to apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
We're leaving
We're leaving
We're leaving
Oh, We're leaving home