[Part 1: Jesus Of Suburbia]

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

But 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

But 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

[Part 2: 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
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 care

[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

I don't care

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
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 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...


Guitar, Lead Vocals: Billie Joe Armstrong
Bass, Vocals: Mike Dirnt
Drums, Vocals: Tré Cool
Produced by: Rob Cavallo & Green Day
Engineered by: Doug McKean
Recorded at: Ocean Way Recording, Hollywood, CA
Assistant Engineers: Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts, Greg "Stimie" Burns
Recorded at: Capitol Studios, Hollywood, CA
Assistant Engineers: Jimmy Hoyson, Joe Brown
Recorded at: 880 Studios, Oakland, CA
Additional Engineers: Chris Dugan, Reto Peter
Mixed by: Chris Lord-Alge
at Image Recording Studios, Hollywood, CA
Assistant Engineers: Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, NY
Additional Piano: Rob Cavallo
Additional Saxophone: Jason Freese
Published by WB Music Corp.
/ Green Daze Music Administered by WB Music Corp. ASCAP.