Jesus of Suburbia (Live at Makuhari Messe, Tokyo, Japan, 3/19/05) Live at Makuhari Messe, Tokyo, Japan, 3/19/05 [Explicit]

I'm the son of Rachel Love
The Jesus of Suburbia
The bible of none of the above
The one that's steady tired of
The salt and pepper of life
No, I never died for my sentiments
Far as I can tell, it's the ones I got away with

And there's something wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make-believe
Everybody!

Get my television fixed
Sit in on my crucifix
A man named Rome on my private roam
All the moms and best are aware
The father of the fallen child
The lover of his cigarettes
And Mary Jane will keep me in chain
Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's something wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of make-believe
Everybody!

Ladies and gentlemen, stay cool

At the center of the earth in the parking lot
Of the 7/11 where I was taught
My mother was just a lie
You say "Show me where your heart is" is quite a shame
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
Get those fists in the air!

Survey of the dead
At the end of the hand that lies ahead
Time's been speeding to nowhere
Survey of the dead
Watch the living dead, it makes no sense
No one really seems to care

I read the graffiti on the bathroom floor
Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
And I would sing the chorus
It didn't say much but it only confirmed
That the center of the earth is the head of the world
And I can really come first
Get those fists in the air!

Survey of the dead
At the end of the hand that lies ahead
Time's been speeding to nowhere
Survey of the dead
Watch the living dead, it makes no sense
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, 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

Everyone's so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Loved by psycho but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Tokyo to the Middle East
We are the toys and disciples of
The Jesus of Suburbia

And it makes believe
And it don't believe in me
And it makes believe
And it don't believe
I don't care (Ooh, ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, ooh)
I don't care (Ooh, ooh)
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
Get those hands in the air!
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

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 in this
The town that don't exist
I run, I run away
The lights of Massachusetts

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 we can go
Running away from pain when we've been victimized
Tales from another broken home

You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen
You're heathen