Saturday, August 13, 2005

Soda Pop and Ritalin... A million and one fuckin' times
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
And 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
In my private womb
While the Mom's and Brad's 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

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

At the center of the earth
In the parking lot
Of the Seven Eleven
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

We're beating out of time

City of the dead (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere

City 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 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 (hey, hey)
At the end of another lost highway (hey, hey)
Signs misleading to nowhere

City of the damned (hey, hey)
Lost children with dirty faces today (hey, hey)
No one really seems to care, hey

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
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
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
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 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 (hoo, hoo, hoo)
And I don't care (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I don't care (hoo, hoo, hoo)
I don't care (hoo, hoo, hoo)
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
The space that's in between
Insane and insecure

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

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

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' lies

And I
Walked this line
A million and one fuckin' times

But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go

Runnin' away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken

Home
You're leavin'
You're leavin'
You're leavin'
Are you leavin' home

I'd like to point out the bolded text. And aslo the fact that I am majorly pissed at one Emily Grace a.k.a. Lessa, mainly for the quote she sent to my baby earlier. I'll say it here too: I'd like to know who you were quoting, and I'd like you to apologize. Also, I'll suggest you watch your back.


What will we do when the world ends?
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