Luyện nghe bài hát Jesus of Suburbia: Jesus of Suburbia/City of the Damned/I Don't Care

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I'm the son of and love
The Jesus of
The bible of of the above
On a diet of
Soda Pop and
No one ever for my
Sins in
As far as I can
At least the ones that I got with

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

Get my fix
on my crucifix
The living room in my private
While the and brats are away
To fall in love and in debt
To alcohol and
And Mary
To me insane
Doing someone else's

And there's wrong with me
is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make
don't believe in me

At the center of the
In the lot
Of the where I was taught
The was just a lie

It says is where your heart is
But a shame
Cause heart
Doesn't the same
It's beating out of

of the dead
At the end of another lost
Signs misleading to
of the damned
Lost children with faces today
No one really seems to

I the graffiti
In the stall
Like the holy scriptures of a mall
And so it to confess

It say much
But it confirmed that
The center of the
Is the end of the
And I could really less

of the dead
At the end of lost highway
misleading to nowhere
City of the
Lost children with dirty faces
No one really seems to

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

I care

Everyone's so of shit
Born and by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but saved
the cradle to the grave
We are the of war and peace
Anaheim to the Middle East
We are the and disciples of
The Jesus of

Land of believe
And it believe in me
Land of believe
And I don't
And I care!

Dearly beloved are you
I can't remember a that you were saying
Are we or am I disturbed?
The that's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please the void?
Am I retarded or am I overjoyed
Nobody's and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and my best excuse

To live, and not to
Is to die, in
To run, to run
To find, what you

And I leave
This of fucking lies
I lost my to this
This that don't exist
So I run, I run
To the lights of

And I, behind
This of fucking lies
And I, walked this
A million and one fucking
But not time

I don't any shame
I wont
When ain't nowhere you can go
away from pain
When been victimized
Tales from another home

Oh leaving
leaving
You're
Are you home?