Green Day - Jesus of Suburbia, аккорды

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C
I'm the son of rage and love
Am
The Jesus of suburbia				
F
From the Bible of none of the above
G
On a steady diet of 

C
Soda pop and Ritalin
Am
No one ever died for my 
F
Sins in hell, as far as I can tell				
G
At least the ones I've gotten away with

F                              G
And there's nothing wrong with me
F                           G
This is how I'm supposed to be	
F                 G		
In a land of make believe

That don't believe in me

| C - G | F | (x2)

C
Get my television fix
Am 
Sitting on my crucifix
F				
The living room or my private womb
G
While the moms and brads are away

C
To fall in love and fall in debt
Am
To alcohol and cigarettes 			
F
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
G
Doing someone else's cocaine

F                              G
And there's nothing wrong with me
F                           G
This is how I'm supposed to be	
F                 G		
In a land of make believe

That don't believe in me

| C - G  | F | (x2)
| C | Am | F  | G |
| C | E  | Am – G | F | G |

C
At the center of the earth
C/B
In the parking lot				
Am               G
Of the 7-11 were I was taught
F                    G
The motto was just a lie

C
It says home is were your heart is
C/B
But what a shame
Am				G
Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
F                    G
It's beating out of time

Am      G
City of the dead
C             F
At the end of another lost highway
Am      G          F
Sign misleading to nowhere			
Am      G
City of the damned
C                  F
Lost children with dirty faces today
Am     G               F
No one really seems to care

C
I read the graffiti
C
In the bathroom stall				
Am                            G
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
F                   G
And so it seemed to confess

C
It didn't say much
C
But it only confirmed that			
Am                             G
The center of the earth is the end of the world
F                       G
And I could really care less

Am      G
City of the dead
C             F
At the end of another lost highway
Am      G          F
Sign misleading to nowhere			
Am      G
City of the damned
C                  F
Lost children with dirty faces today
Am     G               F
No one really seems to care

| G - C | G - C | F - C | G |

G            C
I don't care if you don't
G            C
I don't care if you don't
F            C            G
I don't care if you don't care   (x4)

F – G
I don’t care…

| C | C | C | G# - G | (x2)

C                      G# - G
Everyone is so full of shit
C                      G# - G
Born and raised by hypocrites
C                         G# - G  
Hearts recycled but never saved
C                      G# - G
From the cradle to the grave	
C                          G# - G
We are the kids of war and peace
C                          G# - G
From Anaheim to the Middle East
C                           G# - G
We are the stories and disciples
C                    G# - G
Of the Jesus of Suburbia!

F            G     
Land of make believe
F            G          
And it don't believe in me		
F            G    
Land of make believe
F            G
And I don't believe

    F – G   C
And I don’t care (x4)
    F – G   C - G
And I don’t care

G                      Bm
Dearly beloved are you listening?
C                       G             D
I can’t remember a word that you were saying
G                      Bm
Are we demented or Am I disturbed?
C                           G          D
The space that's in between insane and insecure

| G | Bm | C | G - D |

G                          Bm
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
C                   G          D
Am I retarded or Am I just overjoyed
G                      Bm
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
C                              G              D
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

| G | Bm | C | G – D |

| G | F – C | (x4)

G                          F 
To live and not to  breathe
G                   F 
Is to die in tragedy
G                  F 
To run, to run away
G                      F
To find what you believe

C                D
And I leave behind
C                          D
This hurricane of fcking lies

G                    F 
I lost my faith to this
G                        F 
This town that don't exist
G                 F
So I run, I run away
G                        F 
To the lights of masochist

C                 D
And I leave behind
C                          D
This hurricane of fcking lies
C                    D
And I walked this line
C                                D
A million and one fcking times... But not this time!

| G | F – C | (x10)
| C | D | G | F | 

C	      D
I don't feel any shame
  G	      C
I won’t apologize
C		  D               G
When there ain't nowhere you can Go

C	 D
Running away from pain
     G	               C
When you've been victimized
C	     D
Tales from another broken...

G
Home...
             F – G
You’re leaving...
             F – G
You’re leaving...
             F – G
You’re leaving...
               F       
Ah you’re leaving home…

| G | F – C |
| G | F – C | G |