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"JESUS OF SUBURBIA"

(I. Jesus of Suburbia)
I'm the son of a rage and love
the jesus of suburbia
from the bible of "none of the above"
on the steady diet of
sodapop and ritalin
no one ever died for my sins in hell
as far I can tell
at least the ones I got away with

and there's nothing wrong with me
this is how I'm supposed to be
in the land of make believe
that don't believe in me

get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix
of my living room or my private womb
while the mom's and Brad's 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 the land of make believe
that don't believe in me

(II. City of the damned)
at the centre of the earth
in the parking lot
of the 7-11 where I was taught
the motto was just a lie
it says "home is where your heart is"
but what a shame
cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
we're beating out of time

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
no one really seems to care

I read the graffiti in the bathroomstall
like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
and so it seemed to confess
it didn't say much
but it only confirmed
that the centre of the earth is the end of the world
and I could really care less

city of the damned
at the end of another lost highway
signs misleading to nowhere
city of the damned
lost children with dirty faces today
no one really seems to care


(III. I don't care)
i don't care if you don't,
i don't care if you don't,
i don't care if you don't care.
(x 4)

Everyone's so full of shit
born and raised by hypocrites
hearts recycles but never saved
from the cradle to the grave
we are the kids of war and peace
from anaheim to the middle east
we are the stories and disiples
of the jesus of suburbia
land of make believe
and It don't believe in me
land of make believe
and It don't believe in me and
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care


(IV. Dearly beloved)
Dearly beloved, are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
are we demented?
or am I disturbed?
the space that's in between insane and insecure
oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
am I retarted?
or am I just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and I stand accused
for lack of a better word and that's my best excuse


(V. Tales of another broken home)
to live and not to breathe
is to die in tragedy
to run, to run away
to find what to believe
and I leave behind
this hurricane of f*cking lies
I lost my faith to this,
this town that don't exist
so I run, I run away
to the light of masochists
and I leave behind
this hurricane of f*cking lies
and I walked this line
a million and one f*cking times
but not this time

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
you're leaving
you're leaving
you're leaving
A different home


"KING FOR A DAY/SHOUT (Live)"

Started at the age of 4.
My mother went to the grocery store.
Went sneaking through her bedroom door
To find something in a size 4.

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day, in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me.

My daddy threw me in therapy.
He thinks I'm not a real man.
Who put the drag in the drag queen.
Don't knock it until you tried it

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
King for a day, in a leather thong.
King for a day, princess by dawn.
Just wait 'til all the guys get a load of me

Sugar and spice and everything nice wasn't made for only girls.
GI Joe in panty hose is making room the one and only.
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for a day, in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for a day, in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
King for a day, in a leather thong
King for a day, princess by dawn
Just wait 'til all the guys, just wait ‘til all the guys, just wait ‘til all the guys get a load of me

Now wait a minute (yeah yeah...yeah)
I want you to know
I want you to know now
You've been so good
Even better than myself
You been so good to me (x3)

You know you make me wanna shout
Pick my hands up and shout (x4)
(Hey-Hey-A-Hey) (x4)



A little bit softer now (x12)
(Shooby-doo-wop-bop-bop) (x 4)
Always look on the bright side of life (x4)
(Hey-Hey-A-Hey) (x4)
A little bit louder now (x12)
Jump up and shout now (x4)
(Hey-Hey-A-Hey) (x4
Shout, shout, shout, shout….


"KNOWLEDGE"

I know that things are getting tougher
When you can't get the top off from
the bottom of the barrel,
Wide open road of my future now...
It's looking fucking narrow.

All I know is that I don't know nothing.
We get told to decide.
Just like as if I'm not going to change my mind.

All I know is that I don't know nothing.
Whatcha gonna do with yourself,
Boy better make up your mind...

Whatcha gonna do with yourself boy,
You're running out of time.

This time I got it all figured out:
All I know is that I don't know nothing...
And that's fine.


"LETTERBOMB"

Where have all the bastards gone?
The underbelly stacks up ten high.
The dummy failed the crash test,
Now collecting unemployment checks like a flunkie along for the ride,
Where have all the riots gone as the city's motto gets pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt" on your birth certificate,
So strike the fucking match to light this fue!

The town bishop is an extortionist and he don't even know you exist.
Standing still when it's do or die,
You better run for your fucking life.
It's not over till you're underground.
It's not over before it's too late.
This city's burning "It's not my burden".
It's not over before it's too late, there is nothing left to analyze.
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus wires itself
And where will we all go when it's too late?

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia,
The St. Jimmy is a figment of your father's rage
And your mother's love.
Made me the idiot america.
It's not over 'till you're underground.
It's not over before it's too late.
This citys burning. "It's not my burden".
It's not over before it's too late.
She said "I can't take this place, I'm leaving it behind".
She said "I can't take this town I'm leaving you tonight".







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