Jesus of Suburbia - Demo

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

Or the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of make believe

That don't believe in me

Get my television fix

Sitting on my crucifix

A 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

Doing someone else's cocaine

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of make believe

That don't believe in me

And there's nothing wrong with me

This is how I'm supposed to be

In a land of make believe

That don't believe in me

That don't believe in me

That don't believe in me

You don't believe in me