Jesus of Suburbia

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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've gotten away with

 

F G

And there's nothing wrong with me

F G

This is how I'm supposed to be

F G

In a land of make believe

 

That don't believe in me

 

C G | F }x2

 

Get my television fix

Am

Sitting on my crucifix

F

The living room or 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

Doing someone else's cocaine

 

F G

And there's nothing wrong with me

F G

This is how I'm supposed to be

F G

In a land of make believe

 

That don't believe in me

 

C - G | F }x2

C | Am | F | G

C | E | Am – G | F | G

 

At the center of the earth

In the parking lot

Am G

Of the 7-11 were I was taught

F G

The motto was just a lie

 

It says home is were your heart is

But what a shame

Am G

Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same

F G

It's beating out of time

 

Am G

City of the dead

C F

At the end of another lost highway

Am G F

Sign misleading to nowhere

Am G

City of the damned

C F

Lost children with dirty faces today

Am G F

No one really seems to care

 

I read the graffiti

In the bathroom stall

Am G

Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall

F G

And so it seemed to confess

 

It didn't say much

But it only confirmed that

Am G

The center of the earth is the end of the world

F G

And I could really care less

 

Am G

City of the dead

C F

At the end of another lost highway

Am G F

Sign misleading to nowhere

Am G

City of the damned

C F

Lost children with dirty faces today

Am G F

No one really seems to care

 

G - C | G - C | F - C | G

 

G C

I don't care if you don't

G C

I don't care if you don't

F C G

I don't care if you don't care (x4)

 

F – G

I don’t care…

 

C | C | C | G# - G }x2

 

C G# - G

Everyone is so full of shit

C G# - G

Born and raised by hypocrites

C G# - G

Hearts recycled but never saved

C G# - G

From the cradle to the grave

C G# - G

We are the kids of war and peace

C G# - G

From Anaheim to the Middle East

C G# - G

We are the stories and disciples

C G# - G

Of the Jesus of Suburbia!

 

F G

Land of make believe

F G

And it don't believe in me

F G

Land of make believe

F G

And I don't believe

 

F – G C

And I don’t care (x4)

F – G C - G

And I don’t care

 

G Bm

Dearly beloved are you listening?

C G D

I can’t remember a word that you were saying

G Bm

Are we demented or Am I disturbed?

C G D

The space that's in between insane and insecure

 

G | Bm | C | G - D

 

G Bm

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?

C G D

Am I retarded or Am I just overjoyed

G Bm

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused

C G D

For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

 

G | Bm | C | G – D

G | F – C }x4

 

G F

To live and not to breathe

G F

Is to die in tragedy

G F

To run, to run away

G F

To find what you believe

 

C D

And I leave behind

C D

This hurricane of fcking lies

 

G F

I lost my faith to this

G F

This town that don't exist

G F

So I run, I run away

G F

To the lights of masochist

 

C D

And I leave behind

C D

This hurricane of fcking lies

C D

And I walked this line

C D

A million and one fcking times... But not this time!

 

G | F – C }x10

C | D | G | F

 

C D

I don't feel any shame

G C

I won’t apologize

C D G

When there ain't nowhere you can Go

 

C D

Running away from pain

G C

When you've been victimized

C D

Tales from another broken...

 

Home...

F – G

You’re leaving...

F – G

You’re leaving...

F – G

You’re leaving...

F

Ah you’re leaving home…

 

Outro: G | F – C

G | F – C | G