Jesus Of Suburbia

Nu am auzit niciodata pana acuma melodia asta, care mi-a placut ff tare. Cu toate ca este pe canalul VEVO, de pe YouTube, eu nu am gasit-o niciodata, ceea ce ma scoate din sarite.

Lyrics-ul este ff clar asa ca nu mai am nimic de adaugat.

[Part 1]

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 fixed. Sitting on my crucifix. The living room or 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 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 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.

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. [X4]

I don't care !!!

Everyone is so full of shit. Born and raised by hypocrites. Hearts recycled but never saved from the cradle always 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 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  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... 

PS: pana acuma ziceam ca melodiile sunt prea scurte cand au doar 3 minute, iar acuma am gasit in sf una care sa tin app11 minute, iar in felul asta o sa te saturi fff greu de ea.

Trebuie sa mai spun ca imi place la nebunie melodia pt ca este ceva gen "hard-rock".

THE SAINT JIMMY, este ff dragut, iar la inceput chiar am crezut ca e solistu', dar cand l-au dat mai de-a proape, am vazut ca este si mult mai dragut, iar ochii aia albastrii , sunt fucking beautiful.