"Jesus Of Suburbia"?
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 don’t care…
| C | C | C | Ab - G | (x2)
C Ab - G
Everyone is so full of
shit
C Ab - G
Born and raised by
hypocrites
C Ab - G
Hearts recycled but
never saved
C Ab - G
From the cradle to the
grave
C Ab - G
We are the kids of war
and peace
C Ab - G
From Anaheim to the
Middle East
C Ab - G
We are the stories and
disciples
C Ab - 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 don’t care (x4)
F – G C - G
And I don’t care
G Bm
Dearly beloved are you
listening?
C G D
I can’t 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 won’t 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
You’re leaving...
F – C - G
You’re leaving...
F – C - G
You’re leaving...
F – C
Ah you’re leaving home…
| G | F – C |
| G | F – C | G |