Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia (Short Version) [Official Music Video]



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«Jesus Of Suburbia» by Green Day from ‘American Idiot,’ available now. Directed by Samuel Bayer.
Featuring Lou Taylor Pucci, Kelli Garner & Deborah Kara Unger.

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«Jesus Of Suburbia» Lyrics: [Part 1]
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 died for my sins in hell
As far as 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 a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

Get my television fixed
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,
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

[Part 2: 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 of the 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

[Part 3: 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
[X4]

I don’t care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle always 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 that don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe
And I don’t care!
I don’t care! [x4]

[Part 4: 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 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

[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 don’t 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 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…
Ah you’re leaving home…

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29 opiniones en “Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia (Short Version) [Official Music Video]”

  7. Testo e traduzione italiana
    Text and italian translation

    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 ritaline
    No one ever died for my sins in hell, as far as I can tell, with the ones I've gotten 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 cruise fix, in the living room, of my private womb, while the moms and brads are away, to fall in love and fall in debt, to alcohol love 'n'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
    At the center of the earth, in the parking lot, of the seven eleven, 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 caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare……
    I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't, I don't care if you don't caaaaaaare…. I DON'T CAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARE!

    Everyone 's so full of shit, born 'n' raised by hypocrites, hearts recycled, but never saved, from the cradle to the grave, we are the kids of war 'n' peace, from Anaheim to the Middle East, we're the stories and disciples of, the Jesus of suburbiaaaaaaa……
    Land of make believe, and they don't believe in me, land of make believe, and they don't believe, and i don't care uh, uh, i don't care uh, uh, i don't care uh, uh, i don't care!
    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 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
    To live, and not to breathe it's to die in tragedy, to run, to run away , It's to find what you 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, the lifes of masochists, and i've 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 ain't nowhere you can go, running away from pain where you've been victimized, tales from another broken…… HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME,. you're leaving, you're leaving, you're leaving, ah, you're leaving home!

    Sono figlio di rabbia ed amore
    Il Gesù dei sobborghi, la Bibbia di nessuno dei precedenti, su una dieta costante di; e non c'è niente di sbagliato in me, è così che devo essere, in una terra di finzione che non crede in me!
    Mi faccio sistemare la televisione seduto sul mio crocifisso, nel soggiorno, del mio spazio privato, mentre i papà e le mamme non ci sono… Innamorarsi e finire indebitato, per alcol, amore e sigarette, e Mary Jane, per tenermi fuori di testa, facendomi la cocaina di qualcun altro, e non c'è niente di sbagliato in me, è così che devo essere, in una terra di finzione, che non crede in me!

    Al centro della terra, nel parcheggio del Seven eleven dove mi è stato insegnato che il motto era solo una bugia: dice "casa è dove c'è il tuo cuore, ma che vergogna, perché il cuore di tutti non batte allo stesso modo: sta battendo fuori tempo…. Città dei dannati, alla fine di un'altra autostrada perduta, segni fuorvianti da nessuna parte…. Città dei dannati, bambini persi con facce sporche oggi, a nessuno sembra importante davvero….. Non mi importa se non, non mi importa se non, non mi importa se non t'importa… Non m'importa se non, non m'importa se non, non m'importa se non t'importa…. NON M'IMPOOOOOOOOORTA…..
    tutti sono così pieni di merda, nati e cresciuti da ipocriti, cuori riciclati ma mai salvati, dalla culla fino alla tomba, siamo i bambini della guerra e della pace, da Anaheim al Medio Oriente, siamo le storie ed i discepoli del…. Gesù dei sobborghi…. Terra di finzione, ed io non credo in me, terra di finzione, ed io non credo in me, terra di finzione, e non m'importa, uh, uh, non m'importa, uh, uh, non m'importa, uh, uh, non m'importa uh, uh, non m'importa!

    Cara amata, stai ascoltando? Non riesco a ricordare una parola di ciò che stavi dicendo! Siamo noi dementi o sono io disturbato? Lo spazio che c'è tra pazzo ed insicuro!
    Oh, terapia, puoi per favore colmare il vuoto? Sono ritardato o sono semplicemente al colmo della gioia?
    Nessuno è perfetto ed io vengo accusato per la mancanza di un mondo migliore, e questa è la mia miglior scusa!

    Vivere e non respirare è morire in tragedia, scappare, scappare via, trovare, ciò in cui credi! Ed io, lascio indietro, quest'uragano di fottute bugie… Ho perso la mia fiducia in questa, questa città, che non esiste, quindi scappo, scappo via, dalle vite dei masochisti! Ed io ho camminato su questa línea un milione e una fottuta volta, ma non questa volta!

    Non provo nessuna vergogna, non mi scuserò, quando non c'è posto in cui tu possa andare…. Scappando via dal dolore in cui sei stato vittimizzato, racconti da un'altra casa spezzata…… Te ne vai, te ne vai, te ne vai, ah, te ne vai di casa!

  10. This one goes out to all the kids who blasted this song in their room to drown out their parents screaming at each other, or to get away from their parent(s) screaming at them.. older people dump on the emo movement a lot but I don't think anything else at that time spoke kids from dysfunctional homes on their level and understood them the way this stuff did and I honestly don't know where I'd be without it. Nothing reflected the anger I felt at everything in my tween years like "I Don't Care" did. Hell I still feel that anger now in my 20s

  13. I never thought I would like this song because it was just too long. After a listen I kept coming back because all of the 5 parts to it were so darn catchy. Not my favorite Green Day song, but it was a mistake to underestimate this.

  15. my god Green Day sucked…the singer was just another pied piper of posed Record-bizz degeneracy and "punk authenticity™". never bought their schtick

    "Everyone's so full of shit
    Born and raised by hypocrites
    Hearts recycled, but never saved
    From the cradles 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"

    marketing

  17. Green day's a punk band. I don't say this about too many punk songs, but this is definitely Green Day's masterpiece. You can tell the song is in parts but flows really nicely together. Amazing tune off one of their greatest albums.

  27. Awesome f. Tune droptop svt red gt mustang shooting oxy 30s in Pensacola FL jamming to this without a care in the world. Now 59 and those days are over and I'm in Baltimore city riding the bus ?? just a wonderful memory. Love William Beaver ?

  29. 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
    'Least 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
    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
    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
    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 (hey! Hey!)
    At the end of another lost highway (hey! Hey!)
    Signs misleading to nowhere
    City of the damned (hey! Hey!)
    Lost children with dirty faces today (hey! Hey!)
    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 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 (hey! Hey!)
    At the end of another lost highway (hey! Hey!)
    Signs misleading to nowhere
    City of the damned (hey! Hey!)
    Lost children with dirty faces today (hey! Hey!)
    No one really seems to care…
    Hey!
    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 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's so full of shit
    Born and raised by hypocrites
    Hearts recycled, but never saved
    From the cradles 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 it don't believe
    And I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
    I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
    I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
    I don't care! (Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!)
    I don't care!
    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
    Ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh
    Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh)
    Am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh, ooh)
    Nobody's perfect, and I stand accused (ooh, ooh)
    For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh)
    Ooh
    Ooh, ooh, ooh
    Ooh
    Ooh, ooh
    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 (ooh, ooh)
    This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh)
    I lost my faith to this
    This town that don't exist
    So I run, I run away
    To the lights of masochists
    And I leave behind (ooh, ooh)
    This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh)
    And I've walked this line (ooh, ooh)
    A million and one fucking times (ooh, ooh)
    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…
    Ah, you're leaving home!

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