Letra de Jesus Of Suburbia, Green Day

Jesus Of Suburbia

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 sins in 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 my television 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 keep me insane 
Doing someone else's cocaine                                                                                                      II.	City Of The Damned

At 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 heart 
Doesn'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 
Noone really 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 
The center of the earth 
Is the end of the world 
And I could really careless

III.	            I Don?t Care

                                                        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't careeeeeeeeee 

                                                       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 East 
                                                  We are the stories and disciples of 
                                                       The Jesus of suburbia 

                                                         Land of make believe 
                                                      And it don't believe in me 
                                                         Land of make believe 
                                                          And I don't believe 
                                                             And I don't care! 
                                                               I don't care!

IV.	        Dearly Beloved
                                                                  Dearly beloved are you listening? 
                                                          I can't remember a word that you were saying 
                                                                  Are we demented or am I disturbed? 
                                                             The space that's in between insane and insecure 
                                                                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

V.	Tales From Another Broken Home

                                                         To live and not to breathe 
                                                             Is to die in tragedy 
                                                            To run, to run away 
                                                         To find what you believe 

                                                             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 

                                                           The light of masochist 
                                                              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 don't feel any shame 
                                                             I won't apologize 
                                           When there ain't nowhere you can go 

                                                      Running away from pain 
                                                 When you've been victimized 
                                              Tales from another broken HOME 

                                                                 You're leaving... 
                                                                 You're leaving... 
                                                                 You're leaving... 
                                                        Ah you're leaving home...

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