^C I'm the son of rage and love ^Am The Jesus of suburbia

^F From the Bible of none of the above ^G On a steady diet of

^C Soda pop and Ritalin ^Am No one ever died for my

^F Sins in hell, as far as I can tell ^G At least the ones I've gotten away with

^F And there's nothing wrong with ^G me ^F This is how I'm supposed to ^G be

^F In a land of make ^G believe That don't believe in me

C, G, F C, G, F

^C Get my television fix ^Am Sitting on my crucifix

^F The living room or my private womb ^G While the moms and brads are away

^C To fall in love and fall in debt ^Am To alcohol and cigarettes

^F And Mary Jane to keep me insane ^G And doing someone else's cocaine

^F And there's nothing wrong with ^G me ^F This is how I'm supposed to ^G be

^F In a land of make ^G believe That don't believe in me

^C - ^G ^F ^C - ^G ^F C, Ami F G ^C ^E ^Am – ^G ^F ^G

^C At the center of the earth ^C/B In the parking lot

^Am Of the 7-11 were I was ^G taught ^F The motto was just a ^G lie

^C It says home is were your heart is ^C/B But what a shame

^Am Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the ^G same ^F We're beating out of ^G time

^Am City of the ^G dead ^C At the end of ^F another lost highway

^Am Sign ^G misleading to ^F nowhere ^Am City of the ^G damned

^C Lost children with ^F dirty faces today ^Am No one ^G really seems to ^F care

^C I read the graffiti ^C/B In the bathroom stall

^Am Like the holy scriptures of a ^G shopping mall ^F And so it seemed to ^G confess

^C It didn't say much ^C/B But it only confirmed that

^Am The center of the earth is the ^G end of the world ^F And I could really care ^G less

^Am City of ^G the dead ^C At the end of ^F another lost highway

^Am Sign ^G misleading to ^F nowhere ^Am City of ^G the damned

^C Lost children with ^F dirty faces today ^Am No one ^G really seems to ^F care

^G - ^C, ^G - ^C, ^F - ^C, ^G

^G I don't care ^C if you don't ^G I don't care ^C if you don't

^F I don't care ^C if you don't ^G care ^F I don't care ^C if you don't ^G care

^F I don't care ^C if you don't ^G care ^F – ^G

I don’t care…

^C ^C ^C ^Ab - ^G ^C ^C ^C ^Ab - ^G

^C ^C ^C ^Ab - ^G

^C Everyone is so full of ^Ab - ^G shit ^C Born and raised by ^Ab - ^G hypocrites

^C Hearts recycled but never ^Ab - ^G saved ^C From the cradle to the ^Ab - ^G grave

^C We are the kids of war and ^Ab - ^G peace ^C From Anaheim to the Middle ^Ab - ^G East

^C We are the stories and ^Ab - ^G disciples ^C Of the Jesus of ^Ab - ^G suburbia

^F Land of make ^G believe ^C - ^G ^F And it don't ^G believe in me ^C - ^G

^F Land of make ^G believe ^C - ^G ^F And I don't ^G believe

And I ^F - ^G don’t ^C care And I ^F - ^G don’t ^C care

And I ^F - ^G don’t ^C care

And ^F - ^G I don’t ^C - ^G care

^G Dearly beloved are you ^Bm listening? ^C I can’t remember a word ^G that you were ^D saying

^G Are we demented or are ^Bm we disturbed? ^C The space that's in between ^G insane and ^D insecure

^G Oh therapy, can you please ^Bm fill the void? ^C Am I retarded or am ^G I just ^D overjoyed

^G Nobody's perfect and I ^Bm stand accused ^C For lack of a better word, and ^G that's my beat ^D excuse

^G, ^Bmi, ^C, ^G – ^D ^G, ^F – ^C

^G, ^F – ^C ^G, ^F – ^C

^G To live and not to ^F - ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C breathe ^G Is to die in ^F – ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C tragedy

^G To run, to ^F – ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C run away ^G To find what ^F – ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C you believe

And I ^C – ^G – ^C – ^G – ^C Leave be ^G hind ^D – ^G – ^D – ^G – ^D

^G This ^C hu ^G rri ^C cane ^G of ^C fu ^G cking ^D, ^G, ^D, ^G ^D lies

^G I lost my ^F – ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C faith to this ^G This town that ^F – ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C don't exist

^G So I run, I ^F – ^C – ^G – ^F - ^C run away ^G To the light of ^F – ^C - ^G masochist

And I ^C, ^G, ^C, ^G, ^C Leave ^G be ^D – ^G – ^D – ^G – ^D hind

^G This ^C hu ^G rri ^C cane ^G of ^C fu ^G cking ^D, ^G, ^D, ^G ^D lies

And I ^C – ^G – ^C – ^G – ^C Walked ^G this line ^D – ^G – ^D – ^G – ^D

^G A ^C mil ^G lion ^C and ^G one ^C fu ^G cking ^D – ^G – ^D – ^G – ^D - DGD times But not this time...

^G, ^F – ^C (x10) ^C – ^G - ^C – ^G - ^C – ^G ^D – ^G – ^D – ^G – ^D – ^G (x2)

^C I don't feel ^D any shame I ^G won’t apolog ^C ize

^C When there ain't ^D nowhere you can go ^G

^C Running ^D away from pain When ^G you've been vi ^C ctimized

^C Tales from ^D another broken...

^G Home... ^F – ^C - ^G

You’re leaving...

^F – ^C - ^G You’re leaving...

^F – ^C Ah you’re leaving home…

^G, ^F – ^C ^G, ^F – ^C, ^G

Green Day - Jesus Of Suburbia