Jesus of Suburbia - Live

Jesus of Suburbia - Live
This song is dedicated to everybody who took the train to get here tonight, alright?
This song's called "Jesus of Suburbia"
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

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of everybody
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in 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
And doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of everobody
That don't believe in me
Ladies and gentleman
Tre Cool
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
Get those hands in the air
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
Alright
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

Get those hands up
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
Get those hands in the air
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
One more time
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to 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 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 that don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I 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
Brothers and sisters, get those hands up in the air
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
England
Ladies and gentlemen
Mike Dirnt
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 fuc*** lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fuc*** lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fuc*** times
But not this time

Here we go
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