[Verse 1: Billie Joe Armstrong]
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
'Least the ones I got away with
[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong]
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: Billie Joe Armstrong]
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The livin' room, or my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away
To fall in lovе and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Janе
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
'Least the ones I got away with
[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong]
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: Billie Joe Armstrong]
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The livin' room, or my private womb
While the moms and Brads are away
To fall in lovе and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Janе
To keep me insane
Doin' someone else's cocaine
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