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 -Jesus Of Suburbia-
 
 Part  Jesus Of Suburbia
 I'm the son of rage  love
  Jesus of Suburbia
 The bible of none of the 
 On a  diet of
 Soda pop  Ritalin
 No one ever died  my
 Sins in hell
 As far as I  tell
 At least the ones I got away 
 
 And there's  wrong with me
 This is how I'm supposed  be
 In a land of make 
 That don't believe  me
 
 Get my  fix
 Sitting on my 
  living room on my private womb
 While the  and Brads are away
 To fall in love and  in debt
 To  and cigarettes
 And Mary Jane
 To keep  insane
 Doing someone else's 
 
  there's nothing wrong with me
  is how I'm supposed to be
 In a land of  believe
 That don't  in me
 
 Part II: City  the Damned
 At the  of the earth
 In  parking lot
 Of  7-11 were I was taught
 The motto was  a lie
 
 It says home is were your  is
 But what a 
 Cause everyone's heart
 Doesn't  the same
 It's beating  of time
 
 City of  damned
 At  end of another lost highway
  misleading to nowhere
  of the damned
 Lost children  dirty faces today
 No one really seems to 
 
  read the graffiti
 In the  stall
 Like  holy scriptures of a shopping mall
 And  it seemed to confess
 
 It  say much
  it only confirmed that
  center of the earth
 Is  end of the world
 And I could  care less
 
 City of the 
 At the end of  lost highway
 Signs misleading to 
 City  the damned
 Lost children with  faces today
 No one really seems to 
 
 Part  I don't care
 I don't  if you don't
 I don't care if you 
 I don't care  you don't care (4x)
 
 I don't care.....
 
 Everyone is  full of shit
  and raised by hypocrites
 Hearts recycled but never 
 From  cradle to the grave
 We are the kids of  and peace
 From Anaheim to the Middle 
 We are the  and disciples of
 The Jesus of 
 
 Land of make 
 And it don't believe in 
 Land of make 
  I don't believe
  I don't care! (5x)
 
 Part IV:  beloved
 Dearly beloved are you 
 I  remember a word that you were saying
 Are  demented or am I disturbed?
  space that's inbetween insane and insecure
 
  therapy, can you please fill the void?
 Am I retarded or am I  overjoyed
 Nobody's perfect and  stand accused
 For lack of a better word, and  my best excuse
 
 Part V: Tales of another  home
 To live, and not to 
 Is to die,  tragedy
 To run,  run away
 To find,  you believe
 
 And I leave 
 This hurricane of ing 
 I  my faith to this
 This town  don't exist
 So I run ,I  away
  the light of masochist
 
 And I,  behind
 This hurricane  ing lies
 And I, walked this 
 A million and one ing 
 But not  time
 
 I don't feel any 
 I wont apologize
 When  ain't nowhere you can go
 
 Running away from 
 When you've  victimized
 Tales from another  home
 
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 You're leaving...
 Ah, you're  home...