Green Day

Lyrics

I’m the son of rage and loveThe Jesus of SuburbiaThe bible of “none of the above”On a steady diet ofSoda pop and RitalinNo one ever died for my sins in hellAs far as I can tellAt least the ones I got away with

And there’s nothing wrong with meThis is how I’m supposed to beIn a land of make-believeThat don’t believe in me

Get my television fixSitting on my crucifixThe living room or my private wombWhile the moms and Brads are awayTo fall in love and fall in debtTo alcohol and cigarettes and Mary JaneTo keep me insaneDoing someone else’s cocaine

And there’s nothing wrong with meThis is how I’m supposed to beIn a land of make-believeThat don’t believe in me

At the center of the earth, in the parking lotOf the 7-11 where I was taughtThe motto was just a lieIt says, “Home is where your heart is, ” but what a shame‘Cause everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the sameIt’s beating out of time

City of the dead (hey, hey)At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)Signs misleading to nowhereCity of the damned (hey, hey)Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey)No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroom stallLike the holy scriptures of the shopping mallAnd so it seemed to confessIt didn’t say much, but it only confirmedThat the center of the earth is the end of the worldAnd I could really care less

I don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’t careI don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’t care

I don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’t careI don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’tI don’t care if you don’t careI don’t care

Everyone’s so full of shitBorn and raised by hypocritesHearts recycled, but never savedFrom the cradles to the graveWe are the kids of war and peaceFrom Anaheim to the Middle EastWe are the stories and disciples ofThe Jesus of Suburbia

Land of make-believeAnd it don’t believe in meLand of make-believe (said, now it’s, it’s another lie)And I don’t believe

And I don’t care (whoo, whoo, whoo)I don’t care (whoo, whoo, whoo)I don’t care (whoo, whoo, whoo)I don’t care (whoo, whoo, whoo)I don’t care

Dearly beloved, are you listening?I can’t remember a word that you were sayingAre we demented, or am I disturbed?The space that’s in between insane and insecure

OohOoh

oh therapy, can you please fill the void?(Ooh) am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed?(Ooh) nobody’s perfect, and I stand accused(Ooh) for lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse

OohOoh

To live and not to breatheIs to die in tragedyTo run, to run awayTo find what you believe

And I leave behindThis hurricane of fucking lies

I lost my faith to thisThis town that don’t existSo I run, I run awayTo the light of masochists

And I leave behindThis hurricane of fucking liesAnd I’ve walked this lineA million and one fucking timesBut not this time

I don’t feel any shame, I won’t apologizeWhen there ain’t nowhere you can goRunnin’ away from pain when you’ve been victimizedTales from another broken home

You’re leavin’You’re leavin’You’re leavin’Are you leavin’ home?