[Part 1]
Imthe 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 But there is nothing wrong with me This is how Imsupposed to be In a land of make believe That doesnt believe that dont believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living in my private womb While the moms and brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt To alcohol and cigarettes and marey Jane To keep me insane and doing someone elses cocaine
[Part 2: City Of The Damned]
Alot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is were your heart is But what a shame Cause everyones heart Doesnt beat the same Were beating out of time City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Sign misleading to nowhere city of the damned lost children with there dirty faces today no one really seem s 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 didnt say much But it only confirmed that The center of the earth Is the end of the world And I could really care less
[Part 3: I dont care]
I dont care if you dont I dont care if you dont care [x5]
Everyone is so full of shit Burn and raised by hipocrits Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace From Anaheimto the middle east We are the stories and disciples Of the Jesus of suburbia Land of make believe And it dont believe in me Land of make believe And I dont believe And I dont care
[Part 4: Dearly beloved]
dearly beloved are you listening? I can not remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or are we disturbed? The space thats in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fi will the void? Am I retarded ormI just overjoyed Nobodys perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and thats my beat excuse
[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]
To li have and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And what I left behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that dont exist
So I run I run away To the light of masochist 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 dont feel any shame I wont apologize
When there aint nowhere you can go Running away from pain When youve been victimized Tales from another broken home |