Part I :Jesus of suburbia
C#I'm the son of rage and love
BmiThe Jesus of suburbia
From the
F#bible of none of the above
On a
Gsteady diet of
C# Soda pop and Ritalin
Bmi
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No one ever died for my
F#sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least
G#the ones I got away with
And there's
F#nothing wrong with
G#me
This is
F#how I'm supposed to
G#be
In a
F#land of make believe
C#That don't believe in
C#, C#, G#, G#, F#me
C#, C#, G#, G#, F#(toto sa hraje tak isto ako prvá sloha)
Get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
A living room on my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To 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 a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
C#BmiF#C#FmiBmiG#F#, G#Part II:City of the damned
At the
C#center of the Earth
In the
G#parking lot
Of the
Bmi7-11 were I was
G#taught
F#The motto was just a lie
G#It says
C#home is where your heart is
But
G#what a shame
Cause Bmi everyone's heart
Doesn't
G#beat the same
F# It's beating out of time
G#BmiCity
G#of the dead
C#At the end of
F#another lost highway
BmiSigns mis
G#leading to no
F#where
Bmicity
G#of the damned
C#Lost children with
F#dirty faces today
BmiNoone
G#really seems to care
F#(toto tak isto ako prvá sloha)
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of 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 careless
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
Noone really seems to careeeeee
F#(tu sa zrýchli tempo)
HEY!
Part III: I don't care
G#, C#, C#, C#2x
F#, C#, C#, C#, G#, G#(celé 2x)
G# I don't care
C#if
C#you
C#don't
G# I don't care
C#if
C#you
C#don't
F# I don't care
C#if
C#you
C#don't
G#care X5
F# I
G#don't
C#