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
Or the ones I got away with
And there's nothin' 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
A 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
Doin' someone else's cocaine
And there's nothin' wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make-believe
That don't believe in me
And there's nothin' wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make-believe
That don't believe in me
That don't believe in me
That don't believe in me
You don't believe in me
