Arigato Tokyo! This next is called "Jesus of Suburbia"

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
At least the ones I got away with

And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In the land of everybody
That don't believe in me

Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on 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 everybody
That don't believe in me
Ladies and gentlemen, Tré Cool

At the center of the Earth in the parking lot
Of the 7-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
Get those fists in the air

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 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
Get those fists in the air

City of the dead (Hey! Hey!)
At the end of another lost highway (Hey! Hey!)
Signs misleading to nowhere
Alright
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 cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Tokyo 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 I don't believe

And I don't care (Woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (Woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (Woo, woo, woo)
I don't care (Woo, woo, woo)
I don't care

Tokyo!

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

Get those hands in the air
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?
(Ooh, ooh ooh ooh)
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
(Ooh, ooh ooh ooh)
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
(Ooh, ooh, ooh)

Tokyo
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ladies and gentlemen, Mike Dirnt

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 lights of masochists
Come on

And I leave behind this hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line a million and one fucking times
But not this time
Here we go!

I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere we can go
Running away from pain when we've been victimized
Tales from another broken

Home
You're leaving
You're leaving
You're leaving
Are you leaving home?