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 -Jesus Of Suburbia-
 
  I: Jesus Of Suburbia
 I'm the son of rage  love
 The Jesus of 
 The bible  none of the above
  a steady diet of
 Soda pop  Ritalin
  one ever died for my
 Sins in hell
 As  as I can tell
 At least  ones I got away with
 
 And there's nothing  with me
  is how I'm supposed to be
 In a land of  believe
 That don't believe in 
 
 Get  television fix
 Sitting on  crucifix
  living room on my private womb
 While  Moms and Brads are away
  fall in love and fall in debt
 To alcohol  cigarettes
 And Mary Jane
 To keep  insane
  someone else's cocaine
 
 And there's nothing wrong with 
 This is  I'm supposed to be
  a land of make believe
 That  believe in me
 
 Part II:  of the Damned
 At the center of the 
 In the parking 
 Of the 7-11 were  was taught
 The motto  just a lie
 
 It says home is  your heart is
 But what a 
 Cause everyone's heart
 Doesn't beat the 
 It's beating  of time
 
 City of  damned
 At the end of another  highway
  misleading to nowhere
 City of the 
 Lost children with dirty  today
  one really seems to care
 
 I  the graffiti
  the bathroom stall
 Like  holy scriptures of a shopping mall
 And so it seemed  confess
 
 It didn't  much
 But it only confirmed 
 The center  the earth
 Is  end of the world
 And I could  care less
 
 City  the dead
 At  end of another lost highway
 Signs misleading  nowhere
 City  the damned
 Lost children with  faces today
 No one really  to care
 
  III: I don't care
 I don't care  you don't
  don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you  care (4x)
 
 I don't care.....
 
 Everyone is  full of shit
 Born and raised  hypocrites
 Hearts recycled but  saved
 From the cradle  the grave
 We are the kids of war and 
 From Anaheim to the  East
 We are the stories and disciples 
  Jesus of suburbia
 
 Land of  believe
 And it  believe in me
 Land of  believe
 And I don't 
 And I don't care! 
 
 Part IV: Dearly 
 Dearly beloved are you 
 I can't  a word that you were saying
 Are we demented or am I 
 The space that's inbetween  and insecure
 
 Oh therapy, can you please fill the 
 Am I retarded or am I just 
 Nobody's perfect  I stand accused
  lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
 
  V: Tales of another broken home
 To live, and not to 
 Is  die, in tragedy
 To run, to run 
 To find,  you believe
 
 And  leave behind
 This hurricane of ing 
 I lost my faith to 
  town that don't exist
  I run ,I run away
  the light of masochist
 
  I, leave behind
 This hurricane  ing lies
 And I,  this line
 A million  one ing times
  not this time
 
 I don't  any shame
 I wont apologize
  there ain't nowhere you can go
 
 Running away  pain
 When you've been 
 Tales from another broken 
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah, you're leaving