[Part 1]

Im 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
But theres nothing wrong with me
This is how Im supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That doesnt believe that dont believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and marey Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone elses cocaine

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

Alot
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is were your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyones heart
Doesnt beat the same
Were beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Sign misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
lost children with there dirty faces today
no one really seem s 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 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

[Part 3: I dont care]

I dont care if you dont
I dont care if you dont care [x5]

Everyone is so full of shit
Burn and raised by hipocrits
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 dont believe in me
Land of make believe
And I dont believe
And I dont care

[Part 4: Dearly beloved]

dearly beloved are you listening?
I cant remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or are we disturbed?
The space thats in between insane and insecure
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 beat excuse

[Part 5: 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 what I left 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 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 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