Jesus of Suburbia (Green Day cover by Rise to Remain)

[Part 1 - The Jesus of Suburbia]
Im 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
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how i'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That dont believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
A living room or my private womb?
While the moms and brats 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
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how i'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That dont believe in me
[Part 2 - City of the Damned]
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 said 'Home is Where Your Heart is'
But what a shame
Because everyone's heart doesnt beat the same
Its 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 on the bathroom stall
liek the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didnt 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
[Part 3 - I Dont Care]
HEY!
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont care
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont care
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont care
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont
I dont care
If you dont care
No, i dont care
Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradles to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the sons and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia
Land of make believe
And they dont believe in me
Land of make believe
And they dont believe in me
And I dont care
I dont care
I dont care
I dont care
[Part 4 - Dearly Beloved]
Dearly Beloved
Are you listening?
I cant remember a word you were saying
Are we demented?
Or am I disturbed?
The space thats in between
Is pain and insecure
Oh, therapy
Can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded?
Or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's prefect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word and thats my best excuse
[Part 5 - Tales From Another Broken Home]
To live
And not to breathe
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 to this?
This town
That dont exist?
So I run
I runa way
The lights
Of masochists
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I've walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I dont feel any shame
I wanna 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
Oh, you're leaving home