Testo di 'Jesus Of Suburbia' di American Idiot

Jesus of Suburbia

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
Who don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & Brads 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 in 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

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 care
I don't care if you don't care
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 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!
And I don't care!
And I don't care!
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 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 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 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 wont 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
You're leaving home