[Intro]
[Strophe]
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 Ritalin 
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
[Refrain]
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 
  
That don't believe in me
[Instrumentale]
C   G   F       (x2)
[Strophe]
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
[Refrain]
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 
  
That don't believe in me
[Instrumentale]
C   G   F       (x2) 
C   Am   F   G 
C   E   Am   G   F   G
[Strophe]
       C 
At the center of the earth 
       C/B 
In the parking lot 
       Am         G 
Of the 7-11 where I was taught 
F                      G 
  The motto was just a lie  
         C 
It says "home is where your heart is" 
    C/B 
But what a shame 
      Am                       G 
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same 
F                     G 
  It's beating out of time
[Refrain]
Am      G 
   City of the dead 
C                F 
  At the end of another lost highway 
Am          G            F 
   Signs 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
[Strophe]
  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 
         Am                         G 
That the center of the earth is the end of the world 
F                         G 
  And I could really care less
[Refrain]
Am      G 
   City of the dead 
C                F 
  At the end of another lost highway 
Am          G            F 
   Signs 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
[Instrumentale]
G   C   G   C   F   C   G
[Interlude]
G            C 
I don't care if you don't 
G            C 
I don't care if you don't 
F            C            G 
I don't care if you don't care   (x4)  
F   G 
I don’t care...
[Instrumentale]
C   C   C   Ab   G   (x2)
[Strophe]
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 
C                    Ab   G 
Of the Jesus of Suburbia
[Pre-Refrain]
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
[Refrain]
    F   G   C 
And I don’t care (x4) 
    F   G   C   G 
And I don’t care
[Strophe]
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                              G              D 
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
[Instrumentale]
G   Bm   C   G D
[Strophe]
G           F   C   G   F   C 
To live and not to  breathe 
G            F   C   G   F   C 
Is to die in tragedy 
G          F   C   G   F   C 
To run, to run away 
G            F   C   G   F   C 
To find what you believe
[Refrain]
    C   G   C   G   C     G    D   G   D   G   D 
And I..             Leave be.. hind  
G    C   G    C    G  C   G     D   G   D   G   D 
This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies
[Strophe]
G         F   C   G   F   C 
I lost my faith to this 
G              F   C   G   F   C 
This town that don't exist 
G           F   C   G   F   C 
So I run, I run away 
G               F   C   G 
To the light of masochist
[Refrain]
    C   G   C   G   C     G    D   G   D   G   D 
And I..             Leave be.. hind  
G    C   G    C    G  C   G     D   G   D   G   D 
This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies  
    C   G   C   G   C      G    D   G   D   G   D 
And I..             Walked this line  
G    C    G    C   G   C   G     D   G   D   G   D   G 
A    mil..lion and one fu..cking times       But not this time
[Instrumentale]
G   F   C   (x10) 
C   G   C   G   C   G 
D   G   D   G   D   G  (x2)
[Pont]
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...
[Outro]
G 
Home... 
       F   C   G 
You’re leaving... 
       F   C   G 
You’re leaving... 
       F   C   G 
You’re leaving... 
        F   C 
Ah, you’re leaving home...  
G   F   C 
  
G   F   C   G