[Verse 1]
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
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
Or the ones I got away with
[Chorus]
And there's nothin' wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make-believe
That don't believe in me
[Verse 2]
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
Doin' someone else's cocaine
I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus of Suburbia
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
Or the ones I got away with
[Chorus]
And there's nothin' wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make-believe
That don't believe in me
[Verse 2]
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
Doin' someone else's cocaine
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
Users of Guests are not allowed to comment this publication.
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!