Jesus Of Suburbia

6 avril 2006

Ci la deuxième chanson d'American Idiot... elle est tro stylé !! ^^ Lol, mé j'avoue le clip est po terrible... Enfin bref ! Ca parle d'un mec appelé Jesus Of Suburbia (= Jesus De La Banlieue) qui s'ennuie dans sa ville appelée Jingletown avek sa mère et son petit copain Brad. Dans ce clip, il se repasse en boucle Jesus Of Suburbia de Green Day, pi il se fait plein de meufs... Enfin, ce n'est peut-être pas le meilleur clip mais, pour moi, la chanson est tro bien !! ^^

Les Paroles De Jesus Of Suburbia

I Jesus Of Suburbia

I'm the son of rage and love
The Jesus Of Suburbia
From the Bible of "None of the Above"
On a steady diet of
Soda pop and ritalin
No one ever dead for my sins in hell
Far as can tell
At least the ones got away with

But 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
The living room in my private womb
While the mom's & Brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and 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 center 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
It's 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 bathroom stall
Like the Holy scriptures in 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 care less

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

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.
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.
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.
I don't care

Everyone is so full of shit !
Born and raised by hypocrites.
Hearts recycled 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 disciples of
The Jesus of suburbia,
Land of make believe
And it don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And don't believe

And I don't care !

IV Dearly beloved

Dearly beloved, then are you listening ?
I can't remember a word that you were saying

Are we demented ?
Or I am disturbed ?

The space's in between insane and insecure

Oh therapy, can you please fill the void ?

Am I retarded ?
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 fucking 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 fucking lies

And I
Walked this line
A million and one fucking times

But not this time

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there aint nowhere you can go
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
Tales from another broken
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