Jesus of Suburbia
Billie Joe Armstrong/Green Day Lyrics

I'm the son of rage and love
I am a rebellious man and believe in love

The Jesus of Suburbia
I am the savior of those living in suburbia

The bible of "none of the above"
I am the spiritual guide for those who do not follow any religion

On a steady diet of Soda Pop and Ritalin
I rely on soda and medication to fuel me

No one ever died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell
No one has paid for my wrongdoings, or at least I don't know about it

At least the ones that I got away with
I have done many wrong things that have gone unpunished

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
I don't think there's anything strange about me, and I fit right into a world that doesn't accept me

Get my television fix Sitting on my crucifix The living room or my private womb While the Moms and Brads are away
I watch TV and sit on the couch like I'm sacrificing myself, while my parents are not around

To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes And Mary Jane To keep me insane Doing someone else's cocaine
I fall in love and get into debt, and I use drugs and alcohol to feel better, making me lose my sanity

At the center of the earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 where I was taught The motto was just a lie
I remember being at the convenience store, and realize that their motto was not true

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
The motto of Home is where the heart is is a lie because not everyone has the same heart or perspective

City of the dead (hey, hey) At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey) Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned (hey, hey)
I see the city as lifeless and directionless, with misleading signs and a population that is lost

Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey) No one really seems to care
I notice children with no care, and it seems like no one cares about them

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
I take the graffiti in a bathroom stall very seriously, like it's some kind of scripture

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 care less
The writing only seemed to confirm that the world is a bad place, and I'm indifferent

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
I don't care if others don't care about what I'm doing

Everyone's so full of shit Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradles 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
People are hypocritical and don't care about the environment or its inhabitants. We are all made from the same material and have our own stories

Land of make-believe And it don't believe in me Land of make-believe (said it's, it's another lie) And I don't believe
I don't fit in with everyone else's make-believe world

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
I can't tell if everyone is crazy or if I'm just feeling a lot of insecurities

Oh, therapy can you please fill the void?
I need some therapy because I'm feeling a void

Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Not sure if I'm overly happy or just slow

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
I'm not perfect and can't think of a better excuse for my actions

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
If you're not breathing, you might as well be dead. You have to run and find what you believe is right, and get away from the lies

I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists
I left my faith behind in a town that was imaginary, so now I'm running into the darkness

And I walked this line a million and one fucking times But not this time
I've been going through the same cycle for a really long time, but not anymore

I don't feel any shame, I wont apologize
I won't apologize for being myself

When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken Home
Sometimes there's nowhere else to go, and you have to run away from being hurt

You're leaving Are you leaving home?
Are you leaving the place you call home?