Tytuł: Jesus of suburbia

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   Part I
  
  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
  But there's nothing wrong with me
  This is how I'm supposed to be
  In a land of make believe
  That doesn't believe that don't 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 marry Jane
  To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
  
  
  Part II: City of the damned
  
  At the center of the earth
  In the parking lot
  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 everyone's heart
  Doesn't beat the same
  We're beating out of time
  City of the damned
  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 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 center of the earth
  Is the end of the world
  And I could really care less
  
  
  Part III: I don't care
  
  I don't care if you don't
  I don't care if you don't 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 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!
  
  
  Part IV: Dearly beloved
  
  Dearly beloved are you listening?
  I can`t remember a word that you were saying
  Are we demented or are we 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
  
  
  Part V: 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 left behind
  This hurricane of fucking lies
  I lost my faith to this
  This town that don't exist
  
  So I run
  I run awy
  
  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 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