Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia Ukulele Chords

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’ve gotten 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

At the center of the earth, in the parking lot
Of the 7 11 were I was taught
The motto was just a lie

It says home is were your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone’s heart doesn’t beat the same
We’re beating out of time

City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Sign 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
Sign 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 if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care if you don’t care
I don’t care…

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
And it don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe

And I don’t care
And I don’t care
And I don’t care
And I don’t care
And I don’t care

Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or are we 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 tothis
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…