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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
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
the
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
Doing
someone else's
cocaine
And
there's nothing
wrong with
me
This
is
how
I'm supposed to
be
In
the
land
of
make believe
That
don't believe
in
me
At the center
of the earth
In
the
parking lot
Of
the
7-11
where
I
was taught
The
motto
was
just
a
lie
It says
home
is
where 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
Hey!
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
hypocrits
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
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
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
lies
I lost
My
faith
to
this
This
town
That
don't exist
So
I
run
I
run away
The
light
Of
masochist
And
I
Leave behind
This
hurricane
of
lies
And
I
Walked this line
A million and one
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
You're leaving
home