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Jesus Of Suburbia
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[Part I: 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

But 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

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room of my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary 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 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 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 hipocrites
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 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

[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 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 masochists
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

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Fury007
10-22-2009

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This song is by far the greatest work of art that Green Day has ever written.

Picture this.

In a time worn city in the Midwest area there is a place in the city even worse than the rest. Trash everywhere. Homeless people living under bridges. houses boarded up. Barrel fires in the streets. Everyone has a gun. Life is tense. On a street corner near the center of the city there lives a man. Black is his color of choice, head to toe. He prefers to remain anonymous. His mother lives there too although she i almost always drunk/stoned. He must take care of himself. Yet in this torn mind a thinker emerges.

Part1
This man calls himself the Jesus of suburbia, a social Marter. He pays for the sins of his city. All of the addiction and violence. He is save at home but only when he is alone there. He is an addict himself. There is nothing wrong here. No one expects anything of him (in a land of make believe that don't believe in me).

Part2
The center of his world is a 7/11. the place he hangs out. It is the central hub of this part of town. this may be his home but he does not want to be here. this city is lost. no one cares about these people. The only place the voices of these hurting people are herd is through bathroom graffiti. He feels there pain. Unless things change this city is doomed to destruction (the center of the earth is the end of the world). He does not want to help.

Part3
He is numb to all the suffering. Since no one cares, neither does he. He begins to criticize the upper class and politicians. This city could care less about him. But he doesn't care. They are all hypocrites.

Part4
In violent fit of rage he runs through the streets. Mocking the suffering of these people. He wonders "Are we all demented? Or am i disturbed?" He does not know, it is such a fine line. Therapy will never help. He is too cynical to be saved. Nobody's perfect including him. He is also at fault, if you want to call it that. This is society's fault.

Part5
The proverbial straw has been drawn. This is not real life. There is no freedom. All is chaos. Running away will find a new belief. He is leaving behind all the filth and lies. They can destroy themselves. He has no faith in humanity. He will not hurt himself any more. This is the end. He is leaving. He has no sympathy for the crumbling city. He will not apologize for his part because it will fall on deaf ears. He is running from his pain. He is a victim.

-Insert from "Tales From Another Broken Home"

The end. Everyone walks away. The Ipod begins to play next song. But you go back to hear it again. The feeling is real. You wonder why things are this way. And then it hits you. You are at fault!