Jesus Of Suburbia (I. Jesus Of Suburbia/II. City Of The Damned/III. I Don't Care/IV. Dearly Beloved/V. Tales Of Another Broken Home) [Feat. John Gallagher Jr., Michael Esper, Stark Sands, Mary Faber, Company] {Album Version}

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, The living room in my private womb, While the Moms and brats 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 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 City Of The Damned At the center of the earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 where 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, No one really seems to care I read the graffiti In the bathroom stall, Like the holy scriptures of the 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 care less 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, No one really seems to care I Don't Care 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 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 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 you don't, I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't care I don't caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare Everyone Is So Full Of Shit! Born and raised by hypocrites, 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! 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 the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse Tales Of 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 wrote this lie, 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