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 the land of make believe
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room on 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

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

ladies and gentlemans Tré Cool!!

[Part II: City Of The d___ed]

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
It's beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the d___ed
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 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 d___ed
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care

[Part III: I don't care]

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

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

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

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

I don't care
Everyone is so full of s___
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 England 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!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!
I don't care!

[Part IV: Dearly beloved]
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The s___e that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I r_____ed or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

ladies and gentleman Mike Dirnt!!!

[Part V: Tales of another broken home]

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 f___ing lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run, I run away
To the light of m________
And I leave behind
This hurricane of f___ing lies
And I walked this line
A million and one f___ing times
But not this time

I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere we can go
Running away from pain
When we've been victimized
Tales from another broken...

1,2,3,4

home!!!
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...

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