Green Day je americká punkrocková skupina, kterou tvoří Billie Joe Armstrong (kytara a zpěv), Tré Cool (bicí) a Mike Dirnt (basa, pomocné vokály). V roce 1987 založili kamarádi z dětství Billie Joe Armstrong a Mike Dirnt, oběma bylo tehdy 14...

Píseň: Jesus Of Suburbia

Interpret:
Green Day
Album:
American Idiot: The Original Broadway Cast Recording featuring Green Day
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 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


[Part 2: City Of The Damned]


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 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 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


[Part 3: 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
[4x]


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
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]


[Part 4: 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 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 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


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