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


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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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