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[Green Day

[Part 1: Jesus of

I'm the son of rage and
The Jesus of
From the of "none of the above"
On a diet of
pop and Ritalin
No one died for my sins in hell
As far as I can
At least the ones I got away

And nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm to be
In the of make believe
don't believe in me

Get my fix
on my crucifix
The living in my private womb
the moms and Brads are away
To fall in love and in debt
To and cigarettes and
Mary
To me insane
And doing else's cocaine

And there's wrong with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of believe
That believe in me

[Part 2: Of The Damned]

At the center of the Earth in the lot
Of the 7-11 I was taught
The motto was a lie
It says "home is where your heart is," but what a
Cause everyone's heart doesn't the same
It's out of time

City of the
At the end of another lost
Signs to nowhere
of the damned
Lost children with dirty today
No one seems to care

I the graffiti in the bathroom stall
Like the holy of the shopping mall
And so it to confess
It say much, but it only confirmed
That the of the earth is the end of the world
And I could really care

City of the
At the end of another lost
misleading to nowhere
City of the
children with dirty faces today
No one really to care

3: I Don't Care]

I care if you don't
I care if you don't
I care if you don't care
I don't care if you
I don't if you don't
I don't care if you don't

I care

is so full of shit
Born and by hypocrites
recycled but never saved
From the to the grave
We are the kids of war and
From Anaheim to the east
We are the stories and of
The Jesus of
of make believe
And don't believe in me
of make believe
And I believe
And I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!

[Part 4: Beloved]

Dearly beloved, are you
I can't remember a word you were saying
Are we or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and
Oh, therapy, can you please the void?
Am I or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I accused
For lack of a word, and that's my best excuse

[
Part 5: Tales Of Another Broken

To live and not to
Is to die in
To run, to run
To find you believe
And I behind
This hurricane of lies

I my faith to this
This town don't exist
So I run, I run
To the of masochist
And I behind
This hurricane of lies
And I walked this
A million and one fucking
But not this

I don't feel any shame, I apologize
When ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from when you've been victimized
Tales another broken...home

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