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 -Jesus Of Suburbia-
 
 Part I: Jesus Of 
 I'm the son of rage and 
 The Jesus of 
 The bible of none  the above
 On  steady diet of
 Soda pop and 
  one ever died for my
 Sins in hell
 As far as I can 
 At least the ones I got away 
 
 And  nothing wrong with me
 This  how I'm supposed to be
 In a land  make believe
  don't believe in me
 
 Get  television fix
 Sitting on  crucifix
 The living room  my private womb
 While the Moms  Brads are away
 To fall in  and fall in debt
 To  and cigarettes
 And Mary Jane
 To keep me 
 Doing someone else's 
 
 And there's nothing wrong  me
 This is how I'm supposed  be
 In  land of make believe
 That  believe in me
 
 Part II:  of the Damned
 At the center of the 
 In  parking lot
 Of the 7-11 were I  taught
 The  was just a lie
 
 It says home  were your heart is
  what a shame
 Cause everyone's heart
 Doesn't  the same
  beating out of time
 
 City  the damned
 At the end  another lost highway
 Signs misleading  nowhere
 City  the damned
 Lost children  dirty faces today
 No one really seems  care
 
 I read the 
 In the  stall
  the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
 And so it seemed  confess
 
  didn't say much
 But it  confirmed that
 The  of the earth
 Is  end of the world
 And I could really  less
 
 City of  dead
 At the end of another  highway
 Signs misleading  nowhere
 City of the 
  children with dirty faces today
 No  really seems to care
 
 Part III: I don't 
 I  care if you don't
 I don't care if you 
 I don't care if  don't care (4x)
 
 I don't care.....
 
 Everyone  so full of shit
 Born and raised  hypocrites
 Hearts recycled but never 
  the cradle to the grave
 We  the kids of war and peace
  Anaheim to the Middle East
 We are the stories  disciples of
 The Jesus  suburbia
 
 Land  make believe
 And it  believe in me
 Land of  believe
  I don't believe
 And  don't care! (5x)
 
 Part IV:  beloved
 Dearly  are you listening?
 I can't remember  word that you were saying
 Are we demented or  I disturbed?
 The space that's inbetween  and insecure
 
 Oh therapy, can you please fill  void?
 Am I  or am I just overjoyed
 Nobody's perfect and  stand accused
 For lack of a better word, and that's  best excuse
 
  V: Tales of another broken home
  live, and not to breathe
  to die, in tragedy
 To run,  run away
 To find, what  believe
 
 And I  behind
 This  of ing lies
 I lost  faith to this
 This town that  exist
 So I run  run away
  the light of masochist
 
 And I,  behind
 This hurricane of  lies
 And I,  this line
 A million and one  times
  not this time
 
 I  feel any shame
 I wont apologize
 When there  nowhere you can go
 
  away from pain
 When  been victimized
 Tales  another broken home
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah,  leaving home...