Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia

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.

But there's nothing wrong with me,
this is how I'm supposed to be,
in a land of make believe,
they don't believe in me.

Get my television fix,
sitting on my crucifix.
The living room,
in my private womb,
while the Mom's and Dad's 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.

But there's nothing wrong with me,
this is how I'm supposed to be,
in a land of make believe,
they don't believe in me.