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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