I'm the son of rage and love
the Jesus of Suburbia from 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 a land of make believe, that don't believe in me
get my television fix
sitting on my crucifix the living room or 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 and 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
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