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July 12 Green DayJesus 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 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 the 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 and doing someone else´s cocaine City Of The Bamned 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 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 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 Idon´t Care Idon´t care If you don´t.Idont´care if you Don´t.I don´t care if you Don´t car.Everyones is so Full of shir!Born and Rabed by hypocrites.Hearts Recycled but nevers saved.From The cradle to the grave.We are the stories And disciples of tje Jesus Of Suburbia, land of make believe And It don´t believe in me and I don´t care! Dearly Beloved Dearly belove,are ypu listening? I can´t remember a word that you were saying Are we demended? Or am I disturbed? The space that´s inbetween insane ans insecure Oh therapy,can you fill the void? Am I retarded? Or am I just overjoyed? No body´s perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word and that´s my best excuse Tales Of Another Broken Home To live and no to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run,to run away to find what to believe A nd I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this,this town that dont exist So I run, I run away To the light of masochists And I walked this line a million and one fucking times But no this time I don´t feel any shame, I won´t apologize When there ain´t nowhere you can go Running away from pain whern you´ve victimized Tales from another broken home TrackbacksThe trackback URL for this entry is: http://estefaniateffipotts.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!14BA3D40D468839!198.trak Weblogs that reference this entry
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