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Judul lagu : Jesus of Suburbia
Artis : Green Day

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 that 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 in my private womb

While the Moms and brats 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
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 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
I don’t care

Everyone’s 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!

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
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 lights 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 wont apologize

When there ain’t nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you’ve been victimized
Tales from another broken home

Oh you’re leaving
You’re leaving
You’re leaving
Are you leaving home?

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Maya Cynthia

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