Jesus of Suburbia ( I, II, III, IV, V) lyrics

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Jesus of Suburbia ( I, II, III, IV, V)
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		(Part I) I'm the son of rage and love The Jusus of Suburbia From the bible of "none of the aboue" On a steapy diet of soda pop and ritalin no one ever died from my sins in hell as far as i can tell At least the ones i got away with But there's nothing wrong with me This is how I supposed to be In the land of make belive That don't belive in me Get my television fix sit in my crucifix The livin room in my private womb While the mom's & are away To fall in love and fall in debt To acohol and cigarets and mary jane To keep me insane and doing somene else's cocaine (Part II) At the center of the earth In the parking lot of the 7-11 where i was taught The motto was just a lie It says "home is where your heart is" But what a shame 'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same We're beating out of me City of the dead At the end od another lost highway SIgns misleading to nowhere-city of the damned Lost children with with dirty faxes today No one really seems to care I read the grafitti in the bathroom stail Live the holy scriptures in a shopping mall And so it semmed to confess it didn't say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth is the end of the world (Part III) I don't care if tou don't (4vz) Everyone is so full os shit! Born and rabes by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war an peace From anahem tothe middle east We are the sorles and disciples pf the Jesus of Suburbia Land odf make belive and it don't belive in me and I don't care (Part IV) Dearly Beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were saying are we demented? De am I disturbed? The space tha's in between insane and insegure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded? Or am I just overjoyed? Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse (Part V) To live and not to breath Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away to find what to belive And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist So I run, I run away To the light of masachists ANd I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line a million and one fucking times But not this time I dont feel any shana, I wont apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken home.
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