(Part I)
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jusus of Suburbia
From the bible of "none of the aboue"
On a steapy diet of soda pop and ritalin
no one ever died from 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 supposed to be
In the land of make belive
That don't belive in me
Get my television fix sit in my crucifix
The livin room in my private womb
While the mom's & are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To acohol and cigarets and mary jane
To keep me insane and doing somene else's cocaine
(Part II)
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 me
City of the dead
At the end od another lost highway
SIgns misleading to nowhere-city of the damned
Lost children with with dirty faxes today
No one really seems to care
I read the grafitti in the bathroom stail
Live the holy scriptures in a shopping mall
And so it semmed to confess it didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth is the end of the world
(Part III)
I don't care if tou don't (4vz)
Everyone is so full os shit!
Born and rabes by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war an peace
From anahem tothe middle east
We are the sorles and disciples pf the Jesus of Suburbia
Land odf make belive and it don't belive in me and I don't care
(Part IV)
Dearly Beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
are we demented?
De am I disturbed?
The space tha's in between insane and insegure
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
(Part V)
To live and not to breath
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away to find what to belive
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 masachists
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 dont feel any shana, I wont apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home.