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Тексты (слова) песенСписок исполнителей в алфавитном порядкеА  Б В Г Д Е Ё Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Э Ю Я  A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P R S T U V W X Y Z  Текст (слова) песни: Green Day - Jesus of SuburbiaIm 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 died for my sins in hell As far as I can tell At least the ones I got away with And theres nothing wrong with me This is how Im supposed to be In a land of make believe That dont believe in me Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix The living room or 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 and doing someone elses cocaine And theres nothing wrong with me This is how Im supposed to be In a land of make believe That dont believe in me [Part 2: City Of The Damned] At the center of the Earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is where your heart is But what a shame Cause everyones heart Doesnt beat the same Its 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 of a shopping mall And so it seemed to confess It didnt 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 careeeeee [Part 3: I dont care] I dont care if you dont I dont care if you dont I dont care if you dont care [x4] I dont careeeeeeeeee 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 dont believe in me Land of make believe And I dont believe And I dont care! I dont care! [x4] [Part 4: Dearly beloved] Dearly beloved are you listening? I cant remember a word that you were saying Are we demented or am I disturbed? The space thats in between insane and insecure Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed Nobodys perfect and I stand accused For lack of a better word, and thats my best excuse [Part 5: Tales of another broken home] To live and not to breathe Is to die In tragedy To run, to run away To find what you believe And I leave behind This hurricane of fucking lies I lost my faith to this This town that dont exist So I run I run away To the light of masochist 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 dont feel any shame I wont apologize When there aint nowhere you can go Running away from pain When youve been victimized Tales from another broken home Youre leaving... Youre leaving... Youre leaving... Ah youre leaving home... |
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