Jesus of suburbia

Si, es verdad mi etapa Green Day ya pasó.
Pero ayer, se me dio por ver en el dvd, luego del unplugged de Nirvana, el Bullet in a Bibble de Green Day.
Ya que, a pesar de que ya no me gusta tanto, lo compré, asi que lo seguiré viendo...
En fin. Me había olvidado de lo que me gustaba esta canción, y lo fuerte que está el pibito que viene a ser El Jesus of suburbia..
que a la vez es Saint Jimmy..
Pahhh, me acuerdo cuando vimos al Saint Jimmy Uruguayo con mi prima..
Jajaja, lo cagamos a fotos y el pibe por suerte no se dio cuenta..
Estaba fuertaso!

Jesus of Suburbia

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 got away with

But 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 in 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, doing someone else's cocaine

But 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 in 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 [x4]

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 it don't believe
And I don't care! (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
I don't care (woo woo woo)
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 to believe
And what 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 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