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Skupina:
Green Day
Album:
American Idiot
Leto:
2004
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I'm the son or 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 the land of make believe That don't believe in me Get my television fix Sitting on my crucifix The living room on my private womb While the moms and Brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt The 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 the 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 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 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) I don't care 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 they don't believe in me Land of make believe And they don't believe I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care 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 Nobodies 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 f**king lies I lost my friend to this This town that don't exist So I run, I run away The lies of massacres And I leave behind This hurricane of f**king lies And I walked this line A million and one f**king times But not this time I don't feel any shame I won't apologise When there ain't nowhere you can go Running away from pain when you?ve been victimised Tales from another broken Home You?re leaving You?re leaving You?re leaving You?re leaving home!
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