Jesus of Suburbia
|Jesus of Suburbia
CD single - USA - 1st edition.
Jesus of Suburbia is an alternative rock song by Green Day. The music was composed by Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, and Tré Cool, the lyrics were written by Armstrong and he also performed the vocals. It was originally released on the album American Idiot on 2004-09-01 and released as the album's fifth and final single on 2005-10-25. The single was released in several different formats including CD, maxi CD, 10" vinyl, DVD, and digital download. The majority of the singles have a live version of St. Jimmy as their B-side. The album version has a length of 9:08, but a much shorter radio edit was made with a length of 6:26. The song is a narrative about a character named Jesus who is raised in a typical American suburb. He grows disenfranchised by his own boredom, use of drugs, and time wasted on therapy to change himself, that he leaves the city to be productive.
It wasn't until a couple months after the album was released that I decided to listen to American Idiot, and while I generally liked the entire album, I didn't remember how I felt about Jesus of Suburbia the first time I heard it. However, I do remember becoming a fan of it shortly after that; primarily because the music is so epic. Though I was never into drugs as a child, I can certainly relate the to horrible monotony of growing up in the suburbs.
I don't care much for the music video. The main character is an abusive sissy, which is an accurate portrayal of the character from the song, but, because it's only a excerpt from a larger work, you never see any negative consequences to his pathetic behavior.
Part I: 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 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 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 make believe That don't believe in me Part II: City of the Damned At the center of the earth In the parking lot Of the 7-11 were I was taught The motto was just a lie It says home is were your heart is But what a shame 'Cause 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 a 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 Part III: I 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 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 is 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! And I don't care! And I don't care! And I don't care! And I don't care! Part IV: Dearly beloved 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 Part V: Tales of another broken home 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 The lights of masochist 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 wont 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... Ah, you're leaving home...