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