Singen Jesus of Suburbia Karaoke - Green Day - MP3 Karaoke

Die Aufnahme ist eine Coverversion des Songs Jesus of Suburbia im Stil von: Green Day

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Mit Hintergrund-Gesangsstimme (wahlweise in der KFN-Version)

Tempo: variabel (ca. 168 BPM)

In der gleichen Tonart wie das Original: D♭

Dauer: 09:11 - Vorschau auf: 03:14

Veröffentlichung: 2005
Musikrichtungen: Punk, Rock, Alternativer Rock, Englisch
Original Songwriter: Mike Dirnt, Billie Joe Armstrong, Tré Cool

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Text 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 that 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 on my private womb
While the Moms and brats 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 seven eleven where I was taught the motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is but what a shame
'Cos 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
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 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 I don't believe
And I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
I don't care
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, ha
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 that lights of masochists
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
Are you leaving home

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