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Jesus Of Suburbia
Part I

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of.
Soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sinsin hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with.
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me.
Get mytelevision fix
sitting on my crucifix
A living room on my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And mary jane
To keepme insane
Doing someone else's cocaine.
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Part II: City of the DamnedAt the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heartDoesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead.
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
Noonereally seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
Thecenter of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really careless.
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
Lost children withdirty faces today
Noone really seems to careeeeee
HEY!

Part III: I don't care

I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care X5
I don'tcareeeeeeeeee…
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrits
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the Middle...