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 -Jesus Of Suburbia-
 
 Part I: Jesus  Suburbia
 I'm the son of rage and 
 The  of Suburbia
 The bible of  of the above
 On a  diet of
 Soda pop and 
 No one  died for my
 Sins in hell
 As far as  can tell
 At least the ones I got away 
 
 And there's nothing  with me
 This  how I'm supposed to be
 In  land of make believe
 That don't believe  me
 
 Get  television fix
 Sitting on my 
 The living  on my private womb
 While the Moms and Brads  away
 To fall in  and fall in debt
 To alcohol  cigarettes
 And Mary Jane
 To keep me 
 Doing  else's cocaine
 
 And  nothing wrong with me
 This is how I'm supposed to 
 In a land of make 
 That don't  in me
 
 Part II: City of the 
  the center of the earth
 In  parking lot
 Of the 7-11  I was taught
 The  was just a lie
 
 It says home  were your heart is
 But  a shame
 Cause everyone's heart
 Doesn't beat the 
 It's  out of time
 
 City of  damned
 At the end of another lost 
 Signs misleading to 
 City of  damned
 Lost children with  faces today
 No one  seems to care
 
 I read  graffiti
 In  bathroom stall
  the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
 And so it seemed to 
 
  didn't say much
 But it only  that
  center of the earth
 Is  end of the world
 And I could really care 
 
 City of  dead
 At the  of another lost highway
  misleading to nowhere
  of the damned
 Lost children  dirty faces today
 No one really seems  care
 
 Part III:  don't care
 I don't care  you don't
 I  care if you don't
 I don't care if  don't care (4x)
 
 I don't care.....
 
 Everyone  so full of shit
 Born and  by hypocrites
 Hearts recycled but never 
  the cradle to the grave
 We are the kids of war and 
 From Anaheim to the Middle 
 We are the stories and disciples 
 The  of suburbia
 
 Land of make 
 And it don't  in me
 Land of make 
 And  don't believe
 And I don't  (5x)
 
 Part IV: Dearly 
 Dearly beloved are you 
 I  remember a word that you were saying
 Are we demented or am I 
 The space  inbetween insane and insecure
 
 Oh therapy,  you please fill the void?
 Am I retarded or am I just 
 Nobody's perfect and I stand 
 For lack of a better word, and  my best excuse
 
 Part V:  of another broken home
  live, and not to breathe
 Is to  in tragedy
 To run,  run away
 To find, what  believe
 
 And  leave behind
 This hurricane  ing lies
 I  my faith to this
 This town that don't 
  I run ,I run away
 To the  of masochist
 
 And I, leave 
 This hurricane of  lies
  I, walked this line
 A million and one ing 
  not this time
 
 I don't feel  shame
 I wont apologize
 When there ain't nowhere  can go
 
 Running  from pain
 When  been victimized
 Tales from another broken 
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah,  leaving home...