Michael Esper - Jesus of Suburbia lyrics

I. Jesus of Suburbia JOHNNY: 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 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 But 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 WILL: Get my television fix JOHNNY: Sitting on my crucifix WILL: The living room in my private womb JOHNNY: While the moms and Brads are away WILL: To fall in love JOHNNY: And fall in debt To alcohol WILL: And cigarettes JOHNNY: And Mary Jane WILL: To keep me insane JOHNNY: Doing someone else's c**aine BOTH: 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 II. City of the Damned TUNNY: 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 TUNNY, JOHNNY, AND WILL: City of the dead TUNNY: At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere TUNNY, JOHNNY, AND WILL: City of the damned TUNNY: Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall JOHNNY: Like the holy scriptures in a shopping mall TUNNY: And so it seemed to confess WILL: It didn't say much, but it only confirmed TUNNY: That the center of the earth Is the end of the world TUNNY, JOHNNY, AND WILL And I could really care less City of the dead TUNNY: At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere TUNNY, JOHNNY, AND WILL: City of the damned TUNNY: Lost children with dirty faces today No one really seems to care III. I Don't Care JOHNNY: I don't care if you don't WILL: I don't care if you don't TUNNY: I don't care if you don't care ALL: 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 [x4] JOHNNY: Everyone is so full of sh** Born and raised by hypocrites WILL: Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave TUNNY: We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheim to the Middle East TUNNY and WILL: We are the stories and disciples of ALL: The Jesus of Suburbia Land of make-believe And it don't believe in me Land of make-believe and I don't believe JOHNNY, WILL, and TUNNY And I don't care! I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care IV. Dearly Beloved HEATHER: 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 V. Tales of Another Broken Home JOHNNY: To live and not to breathe JOHNNY, TUNNY, and WILL: Is to die in tragedy JOHNNY: To run, to run away JOHNNY, TUNNY, and WILL: To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of f**ing lies JOHNNY: I lost my faith to this JOHNNY, TUNNY, and WILL: This town that don't exist JOHNNY: So I run I run away JOHNNY, TUNNY, and WILL: To find what I believe And I leave behind This hurricane of f**ing lies And I walked this line A million and one f**ing times But not this time HEATHER: I don't feel any shame I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go ALL: Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home WILL: You're leaving You're leaving Are you leaving home?