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