[Part I: Jesus of Suburbia (0:00-1:51)]

[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 make-believe

That don't believe in me

[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 of make-believe

That don't believe in me

[Drum Solo]

[Part II: City of the Damned (1:52-3:42)]

[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

[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

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

[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

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 (3:43-5:25)]

[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 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

[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong]

Land of make-believe

And it don't believe in me

Land of make-believe (Said now it's, it's another lie)

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, ah (Hoo, hoo, hoo)

I don't care, ah (Hoo, hoo, hoo)

I don't care

[Part IV: Dearly Beloved (5:26-6:30)]

[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]

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

[Verse 7: Billie Joe Armstrong]

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh)

Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh-ooh)

Nobody's perfect and I stand accused (Ooh, ooh)

For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse, ah (Ooh, ooh-ooh)

[Refrain: Billie Joe Armstrong]

Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh, ooh-ooh

[Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home (6:31-9:08)]

[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

[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

[Guitar Solo]

[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

You're leavin', you're leavin'

You're leavin', ah, you're leavin' home