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