Letra de Jesus of Suburbia (Live at Makuhari Messe, Tokyo, Japan, 3/19/05)
Arigato Tokyo! This next is called "Jesus of Suburbia"I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia 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 withAnd there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In the land of everybody That don't believe in meGet my television fix Sitting on my crucifix The 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 cocaineAnd there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of everybody That don't believe in me Ladies and gentlemen, Tré CoolAt the center of the Earth in the parking lot Of the 7-Eleven 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 Get those fists in the airCity of the dead (Hey! Hey!) At the end of another lost highway (Hey! Hey!) Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned (Hey! Hey!) Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey! Hey!) No one really seems to careI read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of the 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 Get those fists in the airCity of the dead (Hey! Hey!) At the end of another lost highway (Hey! Hey!) Signs misleading to nowhere Alright City of the damned (Hey! Hey!) Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey! Hey!) No one really seems to care (Hey!)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 careEveryone's 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 Tokyo to the Middle East We are the stories and disciples of The Jesus of SuburbiaLand of make-believe And it don't believe in me Land of make-believe And I don't believeAnd I don't care (Woo, woo, woo) I don't care (Woo, woo, woo) I don't care (Woo, woo, woo) I don't care (Woo, woo, woo) I don't careTokyo!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 insecureGet those hands in the air Ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh, ooh, oohOh, therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh ooh ooh) Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect and I stand accused (Ooh, ooh ooh ooh) For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (Ooh, ooh, ooh)Tokyo Ooh, ooh ooh ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ladies and gentlemen, Mike DirntTo live and not to breathe is to die in tragedy To run, to run away, to find what you believeAnd I leave behind this hurricane of fucking liesI lost my faith to this, this town that don't exist So I run, I run away to the lights of masochists Come onAnd I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies And I walked this line a million and one fucking times But not this time Here we go!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 brokenHome You're leaving You're leaving You're leaving Are you leaving home?