Jesus of Suburbia Lyrics > American Idiot

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 cocaine

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 athroom 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, etc.

JOHNNY:
Everyone is so full of shit
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 rememer 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?
Last Update: June, 10th 2013