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Slam dunkin like Shaquille O'Neal, if he wrote inroamftive articles.
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<pre>
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Jesus of Suburbia
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Green Day
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CAPO I
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C
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  I'm the son of rage and love
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Am
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  The Jesus of suburbia
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        F
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From the Bible of none of the above
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    G
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On a steady diet of
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C
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  Soda pop and rytalin
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Am
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  No one ever died for my
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F
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Sins in hell, as far as I can tell
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            G
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At least the ones I've gotten away with
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CHORUS
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            F                  G
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And there's nothing wrong with me
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        F                  G
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This is how I'm supposed to be
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    F              G
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In a land of make believe
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                      C-G F
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That don't believe in me
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C-G F
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C
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  Get my television fix
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Am
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  Sitting on my crucifix
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    F
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The living room or my private womb
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          G
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While the moms and brads are away
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C
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  To fall in love and fall in debt
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Am
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  To alcohol and cigarettes
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    F
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And Mary Jane to keep me insane
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          G
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And doing someone else's cocaine
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CHORUS
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C-G F
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C Am F G
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C E Am–G F G
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</pre>
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<pre>
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      C
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At the center of the earth
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      C/B
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In the parking lot
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      Am        G
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Of the 7-11 were I was taught
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F                      G
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  The motto was just a lie
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        C
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It says home is were your heart is
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    C/B
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But what a shame
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      Am                      G
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Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
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F                      G
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  We're beating out of time
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CHORUS 2
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Am    G
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  City of the dead
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C                F
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  At the end of another lost highway
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Am      G              F
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  Sign misleading to nowhere
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Am    G
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  City of the damned
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C                    F
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  Lost children with dirty faces today
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Am      G              F
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  No one really seems to care
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  C
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I read the graffiti
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      C/B
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In the bathroom stall
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        Am                  G
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Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
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F                        G
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  And so it seemed to confess
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  C
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It didn't say much
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      C/B
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But it only confirmed that
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    Am                        G
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The center of the earth is the end of the world
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F                        G
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  And I could really care less
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CHORUS 2
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G-C G-C F-C G
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</pre>
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<pre>
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G            C                |
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I don't care if you don't      |
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G            C                |
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I don't care if you don't      | x4
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F            C            G    |
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I don't care if you don't care |
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F      G
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I don’t care
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C Ab-G (x2)
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C                        Ab-G
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  Everyone is so full of shit
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C                            Ab-G
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  Born and raised by hypocrites
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C                            Ab-G 
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  Hearts recycled but never saved
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C                            Ab-G
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  From the cradle to the grave
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C                            Ab-G
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  We are the kids of war and peace
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C                            Ab-G
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  From Anaheim to the Middle East
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C                                Ab-G
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  We are the stories and disciples of
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C                    Ab-G
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  The Jesus of suburbia
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F              G    C-G
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Land of make believe
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F              G      C-G
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And it don't believe in me
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F              G    C-G
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Land of make believe
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F              G
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And I don't believe
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    F G  C
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And I don’t care (x4)
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    F G    C    G
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And I don’t care
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G                        Bm
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  Dearly beloved are you listening?
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C                        G              D
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  I can’t remember a word that you were saying
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G                      Bm
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  Are we demented or am I disturbed?
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C                              G            D
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  The space that's in between insane and insecure
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G Bm C G D
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G                            Bm
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  Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
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C                    G          D
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  Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
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G                        Bm
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  Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
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C                         
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  For lack of a better word
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    G                D
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And that's my beat excuse
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</pre>
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<pre>
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G Bm C G D
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G F-C (x4)
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  G        F      G
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To live and not to breathe
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      G      F    G
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Is to die in tragedy
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  G      F    G
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To run, to run away
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  G        F    G
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To find what you believe
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CHORUS 3
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    C–G–C–G–C    G D–G–D–G–D
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And I      leave behind
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G    C–G– C–  G– C  G    D–G–D–G–D
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This hurricane of fucking lies
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  G      F        G
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I lost my faith to this
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    G        F      G
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This town that don't exist
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    G      F    G
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So I run, I run away
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G              F    G
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To the light of masochist
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CHORUS 3
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    C–G–C–G–C      G    D–G–D–G–D
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And I      walked this line
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G C– G–  C–      C  G    D–G–D–G–D
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A million and one fucking times
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But not this time
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G F–C (x10)
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C G C G C G D G D G D G (x2)
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C             D
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  I don't feel any shame
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  G         C
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I won’t apologize
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C               D      G
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  When there ain't nowhere you can go
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C           D
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  Running away from pain
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    G               C
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When you've been victimized
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C             D
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  Tales from another broken...
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G
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Home
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      F–C G
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You’re leaving (x3)
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                  F–C     
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Ah you’re leaving home
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G F–C G F-C G
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</pre>
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[[Category:Green Day]]

Current revision as of 21:09, 31 August 2016

Jesus of Suburbia
Green Day

CAPO I

C
  I'm the son of rage and love
Am
  The Jesus of suburbia
         F
From the Bible of none of the above
     G
On a steady diet of 

C
  Soda pop and rytalin
Am
  No one ever died for my 
F
Sins in hell, as far as I can tell
             G
At least the ones I've gotten away with

CHORUS

            F                  G
And there's nothing wrong with me
        F                   G
This is how I'm supposed to be	
     F              G		
In a land of make believe
                      C-G F
That don't believe in me

C-G F

C
  Get my television fix
Am 
  Sitting on my crucifix
    F				
The living room or my private womb
          G
While the moms and brads are away

C
  To fall in love and fall in debt
Am
  To alcohol and cigarettes 
    F
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
          G
And doing someone else's cocaine

CHORUS

C-G F
C Am F G
C E Am–G F G

       C
At the center of the earth
       C/B
In the parking lot				
       Am        G
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
F                      G
  The motto was just a lie

        C
It says home is were your heart is
    C/B
But what a shame
      Am                       G
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
F                      G
  We're beating out of time

CHORUS 2

Am     G
  City of the dead
C                F
  At the end of another lost highway
Am      G              F
  Sign misleading to nowhere			
Am     G
  City of the damned
C                    F
  Lost children with dirty faces today
Am       G               F
  No one really seems to care

  C
I read the graffiti
       C/B
In the bathroom stall				
         Am                   G
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
F                        G
  And so it seemed to confess

   C
It didn't say much
       C/B
But it only confirmed that			
    Am                         G
The center of the earth is the end of the world
F                         G
  And I could really care less

CHORUS 2

G-C G-C F-C G


G            C                 |
I don't care if you don't      |
G            C                 |
I don't care if you don't      | x4
F            C            G    |
I don't care if you don't care |
F      G
I don’t care

C Ab-G (x2)

C                         Ab-G
  Everyone is so full of shit
C                             Ab-G
  Born and raised by hypocrites
C                             Ab-G  
  Hearts recycled but never saved
C                             Ab-G
  From the cradle to the grave	
C                             Ab-G
  We are the kids of war and peace
C                             Ab-G
  From Anaheim to the Middle East
C                                Ab-G
  We are the stories and disciples of
C                     Ab-G
  The Jesus of suburbia

F              G     C-G
Land of make believe
F               G      C-G
And it don't believe in me		
F              G    C-G
Land of make believe
F              G
And I don't believe

    F G   C
And I don’t care (x4)
    F G     C    G
And I don’t care

G                        Bm
  Dearly beloved are you listening?
C                         G               D
  I can’t remember a word that you were saying
G                       Bm
  Are we demented or am I disturbed?
C                               G            D
  The space that's in between insane and insecure

G Bm C G D

G                            Bm
  Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
C                     G          D
  Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
G                        Bm
  Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
C                           
  For lack of a better word 
    G                D
And that's my beat excuse
G Bm C G D
  
G F-C (x4)

   G        F      G
To live and not to breathe
      G      F    G
Is to die in tragedy
   G       F    G
To run, to run away
   G         F     G
To find what you believe

CHORUS 3 

    C–G–C–G–C     G D–G–D–G–D
And I       leave behind
G    C–G– C–   G– C  G    D–G–D–G–D
This hurricane of fucking lies

  G       F        G
I lost my faith to this
     G         F      G
This town that don't exist
     G       F    G
So I run, I run away
G               F    G
To the light of masochist

CHORUS 3 

    C–G–C–G–C      G    D–G–D–G–D
And I       walked this line
G C– G–   C–      C  G    D–G–D–G–D
A million and one fucking times
But not this time

G F–C (x10)
C G C G C G D G D G D G (x2)

C	             D
  I don't feel any shame
  G	         C
I won’t apologize
C		               D      G
  When there ain't nowhere you can go

C	          D
  Running away from pain
     G	               C
When you've been victimized
C	            D
  Tales from another broken...

G
Home
       F–C G
You’re leaving (x3)
                  F–C      
Ah you’re leaving home

G F–C G F-C G
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