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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
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the moms and dads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane keeping 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 doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Like 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 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
Of a shopping mall
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
[Repeat: x4]
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
Everyone's 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 England 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
[Repeat: x5]
I don't care
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
That 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
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 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 we can go
Running away from pain
When we've been victimized
Tales from another broken
Home
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
That doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the moms and dads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes
And Mary Jane keeping 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 doesn't believe that don't believe in me
Like 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 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
Of a shopping mall
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
[Repeat: x4]
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
Everyone's 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 England 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
[Repeat: x5]
I don't care
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
That 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
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 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 we can go
Running away from pain
When we've been victimized
Tales from another broken
Home
Lyrics submitted by prayingmantis84, edited by jadethahel, Mellow_Harsher, Tamood
Track duration: 09:08
"Jesus of Suburbia [Live][*]" as written by Billie Joe/wright Iii Armstrong
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
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Leading into the second part he realises other people have grown up in their own ways and begins to question the worth of his own personal experiences. His home city is the "City of the Dead"; the themes are of poverty and no escape. The graffiti is a test of his existing values drawn from this deprived world, and now he is not seeing them as gospel, instead they're leading back to his new view of the town as the end of the world.
Now we have the third part where apathy and anger are setting in. He rails against hypocrisy, oppression and war and reaffirms the fact he sees the real world as fake.
The fourth part is after a major life event or breakdown which throws his life into focus. He is attempting to recover lost connections with his dearly beloved (whether this is the town or a lover) and by giving up his ego into the hands of a therapist. This is the most lucid part of the thing.
At the end he decides to leave the town and all it represents like his personality which was shaped by his growing up there. It's difficult, he's going towards the light of masochists, but he knows it would be a tragedy to carry on on the sofa with his Ritalin. At the end he underscores that the problems began with his parents being separated or at least that the town has been a surrogate parent which is itself dysfunctional.
Leading into the second part he realises other people have grown up in their own ways and begins to question the worth of his own personal experiences. His home city is the "City of the Dead"; the themes are of poverty and no escape. The graffiti is a test of his existing values drawn from this deprived world, and now he is not seeing them as gospel, instead they're leading back to his new view of the town as the end of the world.
Now we have the third part where apathy and anger are setting in. He rails against hypocrisy, oppression and war and reaffirms the fact he sees the real world as fake.
The fourth part is after a major life event or breakdown which throws his life into focus. He is attempting to recover lost connections with his dearly beloved (whether this is the town or a lover) and by giving up his ego into the hands of a therapist. This is the most lucid part of the thing.
At the end he decides to leave the town and all it represents like his personality which was shaped by his growing up there. It's difficult, he's going towards the light of masochists, but he knows it would be a tragedy to carry on on the sofa with his Ritalin. At the end he underscores that the problems began with his parents being separated or at least that the town has been a surrogate parent which is itself dysfunctional.
thats me and my dads way of explaining it....... so yeah.....
I interpreted the last piece of the song very different than most people. When he says to live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy to run, to run away to fight what you believe, it's like if you are religious, you're not allowed to do a lot of thing for example drinking, smoking, pre-marital sex etc. so you are alive, but you aren't really enjoying life.
And I leave this hurricane of fucking lies behind
I lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist
Here I feel like he's saying, he's leaving behind what he has learned as a child about the good and bad, heaven and hell. So he lost his faith in heaven. Heaven is the town that doesn't exist.
So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists. Here I think he means that since he doesn't believe in God etc. he is choosing to go to hell where he will eternally suffer and like it.
He's not ashamed to say what he really thinks, feels and believes. There are so many broken homes who ruin their children. He's telling those children that soon they get to leave. They get to run away from those messed up homes. Freedom will come.
I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure.
Great song, btw