I. 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 a land of make believe,
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix,
Sitting on my crucifix,
The living room in 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


II. 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,
We're 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 in 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

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
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

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!

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 Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse


V. TALES FROM 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 masochists,
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...

Great song, actually it's more than great. Amazing. Alex, as usual, you did a fantastic job on the drums My favourite part of the song would have to be 'City of the Damned' especially when it's live.

I love this cover;



So cute!

(ps. the video totally sucks and doesn't do it justice whatsoever )

I love this song! The lyrics are brilliant.
I hate the music video, though.

(ps. the video totally sucks and doesn't do it justice whatsoever )

Jesus of Suburbia is the most beautiful piece of rock and roll I've ever heard, lived, and love with all of my heart and soul. Like most people commenting here, I could say so much about this song - I could write and write and still only touch upon the depths and intensity of it. Every line is written in fire, every word comes from a real place, and this song takes me to all of those places and shows me stuff that moves me to my core.
Jesus of Suburbia is not so much a song - or even a song-suite - as a symphony of many tones. The words shimmer facets, the lines move back and forth between one man's need to acknowledge the pain he's been thru and the other voice that just goes 'so what, shit happens'. "Running away from pain when you've been victimized" gets kicked in the teeth with "tales from another broken home". Just another story - it's no big deal. You can hear worse any day of the week from the couch of a talk-show, the kind of thing that fills up empty daytime hours with slices of domestic tragedy. Over and over, we hear these stories, we digest the stuff of peoples's lives like it was junkfood.
But this song says otherwise - this song is the voice of a great soul, broken into a million pieces but somehow holding together. A million pieces, a million colors, and the light shines thru it like a great stained glass window - and people hear it, and for each one, the light shines thru a different color. "That line is me", "that line helps me", "that line taught me", "that line says just what I've been thru".


I love this song.

I love reading your posts Angeline

Jesus of Suburbia is the most beautiful piece of rock and roll I've ever heard, lived, and love with all of my heart and soul. Like most people commenting here, I could say so much about this song - I could write and write and still only touch upon the depths and intensity of it. Every line is written in fire, every word comes from a real place, and this song takes me to all of those places and shows me stuff that moves me to my core.
Jesus of Suburbia is not so much a song - or even a song-suite - as a symphony of many tones. The words shimmer facets, the lines move back and forth between one man's need to acknowledge the pain he's been thru and the other voice that just goes 'so what, shit happens'. "Running away from pain when you've been victimized" gets kicked in the teeth with "tales from another broken home". Just another story - it's no big deal. You can hear worse any day of the week from the couch of a talk-show, the kind of thing that fills up empty daytime hours with slices of domestic tragedy. Over and over, we hear these stories, we digest the stuff of peoples's lives like it was junkfood.
But this song says otherwise - this song is the voice of a great soul, broken into a million pieces but somehow holding together. A million pieces, a million colors, and the light shines thru it like a great stained glass window - and people hear it, and for each one, the light shines thru a different color. "That line is me", "that line helps me", "that line taught me", "that line says just what I've been thru".


I love this song.

I love when you post! You express things so vividly that I can picture in my mind exactly what you are talking about.

I agree with you completely. This song is so powerful everytime I listen to it.