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 dies 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 the 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

2. 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 saya "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

3. I don't care

i dont care if you dont.
I dont care if you dont
i dont care if you dont 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 anahem to the middle east
we are the stories and disciples of the jesus of suburbia
land of make believe
and it dont believe in me and i dont care!

4. 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 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

5. Tales of another broken home

to live and not to breathe
is to die in tragedy
to run, to run away to find what to 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 apologise
when there aint nowhere you can go
running away from pain when you've been victimized
tales from another broken home