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 A
living room on 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 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

Part II: City Of The Damned

At the center of the Earth In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 were 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 Noone 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 careless

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
Noone really seems to careeeeee HEY!

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 X5 I don't
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Everyone's so full of shit Born and raised by
hypocrits 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! 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 space that's in
between insane and insecure Oh 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

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 fucking
lies I lost my faith to this This town that
don't exist

So I run I run away

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

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