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PART I:
D(no chords)
I'm the son of rage and love
Bm(no chords)
The Jesus of suburbia
GThe bible of none-of-the-above
AOn a steady diet of...
D(no chords)
Soda pop and Ritalin
Bm(no chords)
No one ever died for my sins
GIn hell, far as I can tell
AAt least the ones I got away with
And therGe's nothing wrong witAh me
This is Ghow I'm supposed to bAe
In a laGnd of make-beliAeve
(no chords)
I don't believe in me
DAG
D(no chords)
Get my television fix
Bm(no chords)
Sitting on my crucifix
GA living room on my private womb
AWhile the moms and brads are away
D(no chords)
So fall in love and fall in debt
Bm(no chords)
To alcohol and cigarettes
GAnd Mary-Jane, to keep me insane
ADoing someone else's cocaine
And therGe's nothing wrong witAh me
This is Ghow I'm supposed to bAe
In a laGnd of make-beliAeve
(no chords)
I don't believe in me
DAG
DBmGA
DFBmAG
A
PART II:
At the cenDter of the Earth in the Aparking lot
Of the BmSeven-Eleven where AI was taught
GThe motto was just a Alie
It says Dhome is where your heart is, buAt what a shame
Cuz' evBmeryone's heart doesAn't beat the same
GIt's beating out ofA time
BmCity Aof the dead
DAt the end of Ganother lost highway
BmSigns misleAading to Gnowhere
BmCity Aof the damned
DLost children witGh dirty faces today
BmNo one realAly seems toG care
I read tDhe graffiti on the bathroAom stall
Like thBme holy scriptures of a shAopping mall
GAnd so it seemed to cAonfess
It didn'Dt say much but it only coAnfirmed
That the Bmcenter of the Earth is the Aend of the world
GAnd I can really careA less.
BmCity Aof the dead
DAt the end of Ganother lost highway
BmSigns misleAading to Gnowhere
BmCity Aof the damned
DLost children Gwith dirty faces today
BmNo one realAly seems toG care
PART III:
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AbCAbFEbCGFEbCEbAb
AI don't careD if you don't |
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A E | Repeat this part
I don't care if you don't | 4 times
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GI don't careD if you don'At care |
BmI donA't care...
DAA
Everyone's so full of shitA A
Born and raised by hypocritesA A
Hearts recycled but never saAved A
From the cradle, to the graveA A
We are the kids of War and PeaceA A
From Anaheim to the Middle EastA A
We are the stories and disciples ofA A
The Jesus of SuburbiaA A
GLand of makeA-belieDve A
GAnd it don'tA believe iDn mAe.
GLand of makeA-belieDve A
GAnd I don't Abelieve. D A
GAndA I don'Dt care.
GI dAon't Dcare.
GI dAon't Dcare.
GI dAon't Dcare.
GI dAon't Dcare.
GA
PART IV:
ADearly beloved are you Clistening
DI can't remember a wordA that you were sayEing
AAre we demented or am IC disturbed
DThe space that's in betAween insane andE insecure
ACDAE
AOh therapy can you please Cfill the void
DAm I retarded or amA I just overjEoyed
ANobody's perfect and IC stand accused
DFor lack of a better word andA that's my best exEcuse (sigh)
ACDAE
PART V:
(kinda hard to express the rhythm here; just repeat the little verse
A (root only) G D (repeat 4x)
ATo live andG noDt tAo brGeatDhe
Ais to die iGn tDragAedy G D
ATo run, tGo rDun AawayG D
ATo find whaGt yDou AbeliGeveD
(again, kinda hard to express rhythm; each chord is strummed only once and
on the beat)
DAndA I D A D A
EleaAve EbehAindE A
DThiAs hDurrAicaDne A
EofA fEucAkiEngA lies
AI lost my GfaitDh toA thisG D
AThis town, tGhatD don'At exiGst D
ASo I run, GI ruDn awAay G D
AThe light oGf maDsochAist G D
DAndA I D A D A
EleaAve EbehAindE A
DThiAs hDurrAicaDne A
Eof AfucEkinAg lEiesA
DAndA I D A D A
EwalAkedE thAis ElinAe
DOn AmilDlioAn aDnd oAne
EfucAkinEg tAimeEs A
But not this time
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PART VI:
(no chords, just piano)
I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken...home
AYou'rGe leavinDg
AYou'rGe leavinDg
AYou'rGe leavinDg
AYou'rGe leavinDg home.
AGD
A
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