-Jesus Of Suburbia- Part I: Jesus Of Suburbia I'm the son of rage and love The Jesus of Suburbia 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 fix Sitting on my crucifix The living room on 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 II: City of the Damned At the center of the earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is were 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 damned 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 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 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 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 (4x) I 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! (5x) Part 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 inbetween 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 V: 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 ing lies I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run ,I run away To the light of masochist And I, leave behind This hurricane of ing lies And I, walked this line A million and one ing times But not this time I don't feel any shame I wont 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... |
Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day Phần I: \"Trùm\" vùng ngoại ô Tôi là đứa con trai ra đời trong tình yêu và thù hận Là một kẻ \"trùm\" vùng ven thành phố () Một cuộc đời không có trong kinh thánh Những thứ luẩn quẩn hằng ngày Là nhạc Pop vớ vẩn, Ritalin Chẳng ma nào thèm chú ý tới tôi Nhưng tôi sẽ nói Nói với những kẻ xung quanh ... Nói rằng tôi không làm sao cả Đây là con người mà tôi lựa chọn Các người có thể tin Hoặc có thể không tin, tôi mặc Một chiếc ti vi cũ Chiếc ghế là cây thánh giá () Đó, căn phòng tôi là thế Khi mama và người tình đi đâu xa Để yêu đương rồi cả hai chuốc nợ Họ rượu chè, thuốc lá Và cả cô nàng Mary Jane cũng chẳng để tôi yên Khi ả cùng ai say sưa bằng cocain Tôi không làm sao cả Đây là con người tôi muốn Khi các người ..............................
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