Jesus of Suburbia       (Listen to sample)       (Listen to sample)

 

Part I: Jesus Of Suburbia

 

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1.    I'm the son of rage and love,        the Jesus of Suburbia,

           F                                                    G

    the bible of none of the above, on a steady diet of

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    soda pop and Ritalin,           no one ever died for my

     F                                                                 G

    sins in Hell, as far as I can tell, at least the ones I got away with.

 

                         F                            G               F                              G

    And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be,

            F                       G            - - - - - - - - - - -   C - G - F    - C - G - F

    in a land of make believe that don't believe in me.

 

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2.     Get my television fix,        sitting on my crucifix,

     F                                                                  G

a living room on my private womb, while the moms and brads are away.

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    To fall in love and fall in debt         to alcohol and cigarettes,

              F                                                      G

    and mary jane to keep me insane, doing someone else's cocaine.

 

                         F                            G               F                              G

    And there's nothing wrong with me, this is how I'm supposed to be,

            F                       G            - - - - - - - - - - -   C - G - F    - C - G - F

    in a land of make believe that don't believe in me.

 

    C - Am - F - G      C - E - Am - G - F     - G

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part II: City Of The Damned

 

                C                                     G                

1. At the center of the Earth in the parking lot ,

             Am            G                   - F                                  G

    of the 7-11 were I was taught,      the motto was just a lie.

                 C                                                    G                 

    It says home is where your heart is, but what a shame,

                Am                                    G

    'cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same,

F                              G

    it's beating out of time.

 

Am        G                   - C                          F

      City of the Dead,        at the end of another lost highway,

Am                 G                     F

      signs misleading to nowhere.

Am        G                      - C                               F

      City of the damned,        lost children with dirty faces today,

Am               G                      F

      no one really seems to care.

 

       C                                Em              

2. I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall

                 Am                             G

    like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall,

F                                         G

    and so it seemed to confess.

        C                                Em                 

    It didn't say much, but it only confirmed,

                  Am                                   G

    that the center of the earth is the end of the world,

F                                       G

    and I could really care less.

 

+ CHORUS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Part III: I Don't Care

 

    G - C - G - C     F - C - G

 

    G                C                G                C           

    I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't,

    F                C                  G

    I don't care if you don't care.      (5x)

 

   Bb G     C          + Bb - G - C  (3x) - Bb - G

    I don't care !

 

      C                              Bb - G - C                                          Bb - G - C

    Everyone's so full of shit,            born and raised by hypocrites,

                                              Bb - G - C                                     Bb - G - C

    hearts recycled but never saved       from the cradle to the grave.

                                                  Bb - G - C  

    We are the kids of war and peace.

                                                   Bb - G - C

    from Anaheim to the Middle East,

                                                       Bb - G - C                         

    we are the stories and disciples of             

                                    Bb - G

    The Jesus of Suburbia.

 

      F                        G            F              G

    Land of make believe, and it don't believe in me.

     F                         G            F              G           F   G      C

    Land of make believe, and I don't believe, and I don't care.

   F   G      C    F  G      C    F  G      C    F  G     C     - C - G ~ ~

    I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, I don't care.

 

(orig. = capo 1st)    (Green Day)