Jesus of Suburbia [That’s Not Cricket]

Lyrics

[Part I: Jesus of Suburbia] [Verse 1: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 'Least the ones I got away with [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] And there's nothin' wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of– Everybody! [Verse 2: Billie Joe Armstrong] Get my television fix Sitting on my crucifix A 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 Doin' someone else's cocaine [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] And there's nothin' wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land– One more time! Oh my God, [...], this is pretty fucking cool, huh? [Instrumental Break] [Drum Solo] Get those hands up in the air! [Part II: City of the Damned] [Verse 3: Billie Joe Armstrong] At the center of the Earth in the parking lot Of the 7-Eleven 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 (C'mon!) [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong & Mike Dirnt] City of the dead (Hey, hey) At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey) Signs misleading to nowhere (One more time!) City of the damned (Hey, hey) Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey) No one really seems to care ([...]) [Verse 4: Billie Joe Armstrong] I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall Like the holy scriptures of the 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 (Get those hands up in the air) [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong & Mike Dirnt] City of the dead (Hey, hey) At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey) Signs misleading to nowhere (Give it up) City of the damned (Hey, hey) Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey) No one really seems to care (Hey) [Part III: I Don't Care] [Intro: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 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 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 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 [Verse 5: Billie Joe Armstrong] Everyone's so full of **** 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) [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] Land of make-believe And it don't believe in me Land of make-believe And I don't believe [Outro: Billie Joe Armstrong] And I don't care (Hoo, hoo, hoo) I don't care (Hoo, hoo, hoo) I don't care (Hoo, hoo, hoo) I don't care, ah (Hoo, hoo, hoo) I don't care [Part IV: Dearly Beloved] [Spoken Word: Interlude] Billie: I'm sayin' "Hey-oh!" Audience: Hey-oh! Billie: I'm sayin' "Hey-oh!" Audience: Hey-oh! [Verse 6: Billie Joe Armstrong] Dearly beloved, are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were sayin' Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space that's in between insane and insecure [Refrain: Billie Joe Armstrong] Get those hands up Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh [Verse 7: Billie Joe Armstrong] (Ooh, ooh) Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh-ooh) Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect and I stand accused (Ooh, ooh-ooh) For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse (Manchester) Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Dirnt on the bass guitar, let's go [Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home] [Verse 8: Billie Joe Armstrong] To live and not to breathe Is to die in tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] And I leave behind This hurricane of fuckin' lies [Verse 9: Billie Joe Armstrong] I lost my faith to this This town that don't exist So I run, I run away To the light of masochists (C'mon) [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] And I leave behind This hurricane of fuckin' lies And I've walked this line A million and one fuckin' times But not this time (Here we go) [Instrumental Break] [Guitar Solo: Billie Joe Armstrong] [Bridge: Billie Joe Armstrong] I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize When there ain't nowhere you can go Runnin' away from pain when you've been victimized Tales from another broken [Outro: Billie Joe Armstrong] Home (Home) Home (Home) Home (Home) Home (Home) 1, 2, 3, 4... You're leavin' You're leavin' You're leavin' Ah, you're leavin' home