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BI'm the son of rage and love
bThe Jesus of suburbia
GFrom the Bible of none of the above
FOn a steady diet of

BSoda pop and Ritalin
bNo one ever died for my
GSins in hell, as far as I can tell
FAt least the ones I've gotten away with

GAnd there's nothing wrong with Fme
GThis is how I'm supposed to Fbe
GIn a land of make Fbelieve

That don't believe in me

| B - F | G | (x2)

BGet my television fix
bSitting on my crucifix
GThe living room or my private womb
FWhile the moms and brads are away

BTo fall in love and fall in debt
bTo alcohol and cigarettes
GAnd Mary Jane to keep me insane
FDoing someone else's cocaine

GAnd there's nothing wrong with Fme
GThis is how I'm supposed to Fbe
GIn a land of make Fbelieve

That don't believe in me

| B - F | G | (x2)
| B | b | G | F |
| B | B | Bm – F | G | F |


BAt the center of the earth
B/CIn the parking lot
bOf the 7-11 were FI was taught
GThe motto was just a Flie

BIt says home is were your heart is
B/CBut what a shame
bCause everyone'sF heart doesn't beat the same
GIt's beating out of tFime

bCity of Fthe dead
BAt the end of Ganother lost highway
bSign misFleading to Gnowhere
bCity of Fthe damned
BLost children with Gdirty faces today
bNo one Freally seems to Gcare

BI read the graffiti
BIn the bathroom stall
bLike the holy scriptures of a Fshopping mall
GAnd so it seemed to Fconfess

BIt didn't say much
BBut it only confirmed that
bThe center of the earth is the Fend of the world
GAnd I could really care Fless

bCity of Fthe dead
BAt the end of Ganother lost highway
bSign misFleading to Gnowhere
bCity of Fthe damned
BLost children with Gdirty faces today
bNo one Freally seems to Gcare

| F - B | F - B | G - B | F |

FI don't care Bif you don't
FI don't care Bif you don't
GI don't care Bif you don't Fcare (x4)

G – F
I don’t care…

| B | B | B | f - F | (x2)

BEveryone is so full of fshi[-]t F 
BBorn and raised by hypofcri[-]teFs
BHearts recycled but never fsav[-]edF 
BFrom the cradle to the fgra[-]veF 
BWe are the kids of war and fpea[-]ceF 
BFrom Anaheim to the Middle fEas[-]t F 
BWe are the stories and discifple[-]s F 
BOf the Jesus of Suburfbia[-]! F 

GLand of make Fbelieve
GAnd it don't Fbelieve in me
GLand of make Fbelieve
GAnd I don't bFelieve

G – F B
And I don’t care (x4)
G – F B - F
And I don’t care

FDearly beloved are you clistening?
BI can’t remember a word Fthat you were Fsaying
FAre we demented or Am Ic disturbed?
BThe space that's in between Finsane and Finsecure

| F | c | B | F - F |

FOh therapy, can you please cfill the void?
BAm I retarded or Am FI just overFjoyed
FNobody's perfect and I cstand accused
BFor lack of a better word, and Fthat's my best Fexcuse

| F | c | B | F – F |

| F | G – B | (x4)

FTo live and not to  breatheG 
FIs to die in tragedy  G 
FTo run, to run away   G 
FTo find what you believe  G 

BAnd I leave behind  F 
BThis hurricane of fcking lies    F 

FI lost my faith to thisG 
FThis town that don't exist  G 
FSo I run, I run away G 
FTo the lights of masochist  G 

BAnd I leave behind  F 
BThis hurricane of fcking lies    F 
BAnd I walked this line F 
BA million and one fcking times...F But not this time!

| F | G – B | (x10)
| B | F | F | G |

BI don't feFel any shame
I Fwon’t apBologize
BWhen thereF ain't noFwhere you can Go

BRunniFng away from pain
When Fyou've been victimBized
BTales froFm another broken...

FHome...
G – F
You’re leaving...
G – F
You’re leaving...
G – F
You’re leaving...
Ah you’re leaviGng home…

| F | G – B |
| F | G – B | F |