Jesus Of Suburbia - Live - sessions@aol

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
Noone ever dead for my sins in hell
As for 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 belive in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alchool and cigarettes
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
Doing someone else's cocain
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

At the center of the world in the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were I was tought
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where you 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
Sings misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
Noone really seems to care
I read the grafiti in the bathroom style
Like the holy scriptures if the shopping mall
And so it seems to confess
It didn't say much but it only confirmed
That the center of the earth is the end of the world
I could really care less
City of the dead

At the end of another lost highway

Sings misleading to nowhere

City of the damned

Lost children with dirty faces today

Noone 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