1I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the Bible of none of above
On a steapy diet of soda pop and ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At the least the ones I got away with
But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I supposed to be
In the land of make believe
That don't believe me
Get my television fix sitting n my crucifix
The living room in my private womb
While the mom's brads's are away
To fall in love and fall in dest
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine

2.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
We're beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere-City of damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stail
Like in the holy scriptures in a shopping mail
And so it seemed confess it didn't say mmuch
But it only confirmed that
The center of the Earth is the end of the world
And I couldn't really careless

3.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. Everyone is full of shit! Born and raised by hypocreties. He arts recycled but never saved. From the cradle to the grave We are the kids of war and peace from Anahem to the Middle East. We are the stories and disciples of the Jesus of Suburbia, land of make believe in me and I don't care!

4.Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word, that you saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insan and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarted?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect ad I stand accused
For lack a better word and that's my best excuse

5.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 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 won't apologine
When there ain't nowhereyou can go
Running away from pain when you'we been victimized
Tales from another broken home