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 got away with And 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 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 and doing someone else's cocaine And 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.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 It's 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 ures of 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 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 careeeeee

I don't care if you don't care
I don't careeeeeeeeee

Everyone is 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!

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 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

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 don't exist So I run I run away To the light of masochist 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 apologizE When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain When you've been victimized Tales from another broken home