專輯：美國大白癡 (American Idiot)
歌曲：Jesus Of Suburbia (Album Version)
作詞：Billie Joe Armstrong
作曲：Green Day
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
Sodapop and Ritalin
No one ever died for
my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones
I've gotten away with
But there's nothing
wrong with me
This is how
I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room
or my private womb
While the mom's
brad's are away
To fall in love
and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing
someone else's cocaine
But there's nothing
wrong with me
This is how
I'm supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the centre 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 a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much,
but it only confirmed that
The centre 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 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 care!
Everyone is so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled
but never saved
From the cradle
straight 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 it don't believe in me
And I don't care!
And I don't care!
And I don't care!
And I don't care!
And I don't care!
Dearly beloved,
are you listening?
I can't remember all words
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 lack of a better word
and that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die in tragedy
To run, to run away to find
what to 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
To the light of masochists
And I leave behind this
hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
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
Yeah I'm leaving!
Yeah I'm leaving!
Yeah I'm leaving!
I am leaving home!
