Jesus of Suburbia lyrics
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 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