text: Im the son of rage and love
  The Jesus of Suburbia
  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
  Least the ones I got away with
  And theres nothing wrong with me
  This is how Im supposed to be
  In a land of make-believe
  That dont believe in me
  Get my television fix
  Sitting on my crucifix
  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 elses cocaine
  And theres nothing wrong with me
  This is how Im supposed to be
  In a land of make-believe
  That dont believe in me
  At the center of the Earth, in the parking lot
  Of the 7-Eleven where I was taught
  The motto was just a lie
  It says home is where your heart is, but what a shame
  Cause everyones heart doesnt beat the same
  Its 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 the shopping mall
  And so it seemed to confess
  It didnt 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 
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont care
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont care
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont care
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont
  I dont care if you dont care
  I dont care!
  Everyones so full of shit
  Born and raised by hypocrites
  Hearts recycled, but never saved
  From the cradles 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 dont believe in me
  Land of make-believe
  And I dont believe
  And I dont care! 
  I dont care! 
  I dont care! 
  I dont care! 
  I dont care!
  Dearly beloved, are you listening?
  I cant remember a word that you were saying
  Are we demented, or am I disturbed?
  The space thats in between insane and insecure
  Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
  Ooh, ooh-ooh
   Oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?
   Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
   Nobodys perfect and I stand accused
   For lack of a better word, and thats my best excuse
  Ooh, ooh-ooh-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 fucking lies
  I lost my faith to this
  This town that dont exist
  So I run, I run away
  To the lights of masochists
  And I leave behind
  This hurricane of fucking lies
  And Ive walked this line
  A million and one fucking times
  But not this time!
  I dont feel any shame, I wont apologize
  When there aint nowhere you can go
  Running away from pain when youve been victimized
  Tales from another broken
  Home
  Youre leaving
  Youre leaving
  Youre leaving
  Are you leaving home?