Grandpa’s a little slow keeping up with the kids…

but I’ve recently purchased Green Day’s American Idiot. Jesus of Suburbia is as ambitious as anything ever attempted by Pete Townshend and The Who; except I’ll bet Green Day never sells the rights to Viacom.

– 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 room in my private womb,
While the Mom’s and Brad’s 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

-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 says: home is where 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,
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

-I 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 if you don’t,
I don’t care if you don’t,
I don’t care if you 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!

-Dearly Beloved-

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 the lack of a better word, and that’s my best excuse

-Tales Of Another Broken Home-

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 to this,
This town that don’t exist

So I run,
I run away
To the light of masochists,
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

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