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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 ever died for my sins in
As far as I can
At least the ones I got away

And there's nothing with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In the of make believe
That don't in me

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

And there's nothing with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of believe
That don't in me

2: City Of The Damned]

At the of the Earth in the parking lot
Of the where I was taught
The was just a lie
It says "home is where your is," but what a shame
Cause everyone's heart beat the same
It's out of time

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

I the graffiti in the bathroom stall
the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
And so it seemed to
It say much, but it only confirmed
That the center of the earth is the end of the
And I really care less

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

[Part 3: I Don't

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

I don't

Everyone is so 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
Land of make
And that believe in me
of make believe
And I don't
And I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!
I care!

[Part 4: Beloved]

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

[
Part 5: Of Another Broken Home]

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

I my faith to this
town that don't exist
So I run, I run
To the light of
And I leave
This hurricane of fucking
And I walked line
A million and one times
But not time

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

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