Capo on 1st
C
I'm the son of rage and love
Am
The Jesus of suburbia
F
From the Bible of none of the above
G
On a steady diet of
C
Soda pop and Ritalin
Am
No one ever died for my
F
Sins in hell, as far as I can tell
G
At least the ones I've gotten away with
F G
And there's nothing wrong with me
F G
This is how I'm supposed to be
F G
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
| C - G | F | (x2)
C
Get my television fix
Am
Sitting on my crucifix
F
The living room or my private womb
G
While the moms and brads are away
C
To fall in love and fall in debt
Am
To alcohol and cigarettes
F
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
G
And doing someone else's cocaine
F G
And there's nothing wrong with me
F G
This is how I'm supposed to be
F G
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
| C - G | F | (x2)
| C | Am | F | G |
| C | E | Am G | F | G |
C
At the center of the earth
C/B
In the parking lot
Am G
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
F G
The motto was just a lie
C
It says home is were your heart is
C/B
But what a shame
Am G
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
F G
We're beating out of time
Am G
City of the dead
C F
At the end of another lost highway
Am G F
Sign misleading to nowhere
Am G
City of the damned
C F
Lost children with dirty faces today
Am G F
No one really seems to care
C
I read the graffiti
C/B
In the bathroom stall
Am G
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
F G
And so it seemed to confess
C
It didn't say much
C/B
But it only confirmed that
Am G
The center of the earth is the end of the world
F G
And I could really care less
Am G
City of the dead
C F
At the end of another lost highway
Am G F
Sign misleading to nowhere
Am G
City of the damned
C F
Lost children with dirty faces today
Am G F
No one really seems to care
| G - C | G - C | F - C | G |
G C
I don't care if you don't
G C
I don't care if you don't
F C G
I don't care if you don't care (x4)
F G
I dont care
| C | C | C | G# - G | (x2)
C G# - G
Everyone is so full of shit
C G# - G
Born and raised by hypocrites
C G# - G
Hearts recycled but never saved
C G# - G
From the cradle to the grave
C G# - G
We are the kids of war and peace
C G# - G
From Anaheim to the Middle East
C G# - G
We are the stories and disciples
C G# - G
Of the Jesus of suburbia
F G C - G
Land of make believe
F G C - G
And it don't believe in me
F G C - G
Land of make believe
F G
And I don't believe
F G C
And I dont care (x4)
F G C - G
And I dont care
G Bm
Dearly beloved are you listening?
C G D
I cant remember a word that you were saying
G Bm
Are we demented or are we disturbed?
C G D
The space that's in between insane and insecure
G Bm
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
C G D
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
G Bm
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
C G D
For lack of a better word, and that's my beat excuse
| G | Bm | C | G D |
| G | F C | (x4)
G F - C G F - C
To live and not to breathe
G F C G F - C
Is to die in tragedy
G F C G F - C
To run, to run away
G F C G F - C
To find what you believe
C G C G C G D G D G D
And I.. Leave be.. hind
G C G C G C G D G D G - D
This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies
G F C G F - C
I lost my faith to this
G F C G F - C
This town that don't exist
G F C G F - C
So I run, I run away
G F C - G
To the light of masochist
C G C G C G D G D G D
And I.. Leave be.. hind
G C G C G C G D G D G - D
This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies
C G C G C G D G D G D
And I.. Walked this line
G C G C G C G D G D G D - G
A mil..lion and one fu..cking times But not this time
| G | F C | (x10)
C G - C G - C G
D G D G D G (x2)
C D
I don't feel any shame
G C
I wont apologize
C D G
When there ain't nowhere you can go
C D
Running away from pain
G C
When you've been victimized
C D
Tales from another broken...
G
Home...
F C - G
Youre leaving...
F C - G
Youre leaving...
F C - G
Youre leaving...
F C
Ah youre leaving home
| G | F C |
| G | F C | G |
Greenday - Jesus Of Suburbia
Jesus of Suburbia music video
I am not really that big of a Green day fan.
I just really like this song.
So the people that keep asking me.
Please stop.
Someone asked me if they could put this on my vid a long time ago & I was going to, but I kinda forgot until just now.
Lol.
American Idiot tells a story about a teenage drug user, who is possibly named Jimmy but is referred to as " the Jesus of Suburbia". Jesus lives in a unnamed city suburb called Jingletown. Frustrated with life in Jingletown, he eventually leaves with a dedicated group of followers known as the Underbelly of Society, which he renames the Lost and Found, and they move to "the big city", where Jesus adopts the alias "St. Jimmy". Slowly, Jesus and Jimmy become split personalities.
One night, Jesus meets a woman whose name is never stated, and is referred to as Whatsername. They quickly fall in love, but Whatsername becomes angry at Jesus' loss of idealism and his unwillingness to cause change. When the Lost and Found causes a riot, which includes setting a large fire, Whatsername can stand it no longer and leaves him. Jesus attempts to remain a figurehead for the Lost and Found, but the loss of Whatsername affects him deeply.
After several months, Jesus "kills off" Jimmy in his mind and he eventually snaps into conformity and gets a job, abandoning the Underbelly forever. He begins a mostly normal life but still misses Whatsername and even begins missing Jingletown, where he eventually returns. He never completely gets over Whatsername
Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia
live
Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia
I. Jesus of Suburbia
II. City of the Damned
III. I Don't Care
IV. Dearly Beloved
V. Tales of Another Broken Home
Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia With Lyrics
Jesus Of Suburbia by Green Day
I. Jesus of Suburbia
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
Sodapop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I've gotten 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 or my private womb
While the mom's & 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
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
II. City of the damned
At the centre of the earth
In the parking lot of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says "home is where 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 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 of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much, but it only confirmed that
The centre 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
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 (x4)
I don't care!
Everyone is so full of shit!
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle straight 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 it don't believe in me
And I don't care! (x5)
IV. Dearly Beloved
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember all words 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
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 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 apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
Yeah I'm leaving! (x3)
I am leaving home!
Backround info:
American Idiot tells a story about a teenage drug user, who is possibly named Jimmy but is referred to as " the Jesus of Suburbia". Jesus lives in a unnamed city suburb called Jingletown. Frustrated with life in Jingletown, he eventually leaves with a dedicated group of followers known as the Underbelly of Society, which he renames the Lost and Found, and they move to "the big city", where Jesus adopts the alias "St. Jimmy". Slowly, Jesus and Jimmy become split personalities.
One night, Jesus meets a woman whose name is never stated, and is referred to as Whatsername. They quickly fall in love, but Whatsername becomes angry at Jesus's loss of idealism and his unwillingness to cause change. When the Lost and Found causes a riot, which includes setting a large fire, Whatsername can stand it no longer and leaves him. Jesus attempts to remain a figurehead for the Lost and Found, but the loss of Whatsername affects him deeply.
After several months, Jesus "kills off" Jimmy in his mind and he eventually snaps into conformity and gets a job, abandoning the Underbelly forever. He begins a mostly normal life but still misses Whatsername and even begins missing Jingletown, where he eventually returns. He never completely gets over Whatsername
GREEN DAY-JESUS OF SUBURBIA
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Green Day-Jesus of Suburbia with LYRICS
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"Jesus Of Suburbia"
[Part 1]
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 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 or 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 and 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 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 says home is where 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 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 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 careeeeee
[Part 3: 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
[x4]
I don't careeeeeeeeee
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
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]
[Part 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
[Part 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 you 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 masochist
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 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...
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