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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 dies 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
The living room in my private womb
While the Mom's and Brad's are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane
Doin' someone else's cocaine