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 -Jesus Of Suburbia-
 
 Part  Jesus Of Suburbia
 I'm the son of  and love
 The Jesus of 
 The  of none of the above
 On a  diet of
 Soda  and Ritalin
  one ever died for my
 Sins in hell
 As far as  can tell
 At least the ones  got away with
 
 And there's nothing wrong with 
 This is how I'm supposed to 
 In a  of make believe
 That don't believe in 
 
 Get my  fix
 Sitting on my 
 The  room on my private womb
 While the  and Brads are away
 To fall in  and fall in debt
  alcohol and cigarettes
 And Mary Jane
 To keep  insane
 Doing  else's cocaine
 
 And there's nothing wrong  me
 This  how I'm supposed to be
 In a land  make believe
 That don't believe  me
 
 Part II: City of the 
 At the center of the 
 In  parking lot
 Of the 7-11 were I  taught
  motto was just a lie
 
  says home is were your heart is
 But what  shame
 Cause everyone's heart
 Doesn't  the same
  beating out of time
 
 City of the 
 At the end of  lost highway
 Signs misleading to 
 City of the 
 Lost children  dirty faces today
 No one really seems to 
 
 I read the 
 In the bathroom 
 Like the  scriptures of a shopping mall
 And so  seemed to confess
 
 It  say much
  it only confirmed that
  center of the earth
 Is the end of the 
 And I could really  less
 
 City of the 
 At the end  another lost highway
  misleading to nowhere
  of the damned
 Lost children  dirty faces today
 No  really seems to care
 
  III: I don't care
 I don't  if you don't
 I don't care if you 
 I don't care if you  care (4x)
 
 I don't care.....
 
  is so full of shit
 Born and raised  hypocrites
 Hearts recycled  never saved
 From the cradle to the 
 We  the kids of war and peace
 From Anaheim to the  East
 We are the stories  disciples of
 The Jesus of 
 
 Land of make 
 And it don't believe  me
 Land  make believe
  I don't believe
 And I don't  (5x)
 
 Part  Dearly beloved
 Dearly beloved  you listening?
  can't remember a word that you were saying
 Are we demented or am  disturbed?
 The space that's inbetween  and insecure
 
 Oh therapy, can you please  the void?
 Am I  or am I just overjoyed
  perfect and I stand accused
 For  of a better word, and that's my best excuse
 
 Part V:  of another broken home
 To live, and not to 
 Is  die, in tragedy
 To run, to run 
 To  what you believe
 
 And  leave behind
 This hurricane  ing lies
 I  my faith to this
 This town that  exist
 So I run  run away
 To  light of masochist
 
  I, leave behind
 This hurricane  ing lies
 And  walked this line
  million and one ing times
  not this time
 
 I don't feel  shame
 I wont apologize
  there ain't nowhere you can go
 
 Running  from pain
  you've been victimized
  from another broken home
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah, you're leaving