[Part 1]

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 a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brats are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else’s cocaine

And there’s nothing wrong with me
This is how I’m supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don’t believe in me

[Part 2: City Of The Damned]

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

[Part 3: I 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
[x4]

I don’t care

Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
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
That don’t believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don’t believe
And I don’t care!
I don’t care! [x4]

[Part 4: Dearly beloved]

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
Oh 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

[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]

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 fucking lies

I lost my faith to this
This town that don’t exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking 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…
Ah you’re leaving home…

Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia

Prevod na srpski

Isus iz Predgrađa

[Deo 1]

Ja sam sin besa i ljubavi

Isus iz Predgrađa

Iz biblije ničeg od navedenog
Na stalnoj dijeti gaziranim sokovima i Ritalinom
Niko nikad nije umro zbog mojih greha u paklu
Bar koliko znam
Bar ne za one za koje sam se izvukao

I sa mnom je sve u redu
Ovako treba da bude
U zemlji snova
Koja u mene ne veruje

Dobijam svoju TV dozu sedeći na svom raspeću
Dnevna soba ili moja privatna grobnica
Dok nema mame i derišta
Da se zaljubim i zapadnem u dug
Alkoholu i cigaretama i Meri Džejn
Da ostanem lud i uzimam tuđ kokain

I sa mnom je sve u redu
Ovako treba da bude
U zemlji snova
Koja u mene ne veruje

[Deo 2: Grad prokletih]

U središtu zemlje
Na parkingu supermarketa 7-11 gde sam učen
Taj moto je bio samo laž
Po njemu, dom je tamo gde ti je srce
Ali kakva šteta
Jer svačije srce
Ne kuca isto
Kucaju neusklađeno

Grad mrtvih
Na kraju još jednog izgubljenog puta
Varljivi znaci vode nikuda
Grad prokletih
Izgubljena deca prljavih lica, danas
Izgleda da nikog nije briga

Čitam grafite
U toaletu
Kao sveto pismo u šoping centru
I činilo se da se ispoveda
Ali nije govorio mnogo
Već je samo potvrdio da je
Center sveta
Kraj sveta
I stvarno me je moglo biti manje briga

Grad mrtvih
Na kraju još jednog izgubljenog puta
Varljivi znaci vode nikuda
Grad prokletih
Izgubljena deca prljavih lica, danas
Izgleda da nikog nije briga

[Deo 3: Nije me briga]

Nije me briga ako tebe nije
Nije me briga ako tebe nije
Nije me briga ako tebe nije
[x4]

Nije me briga

Svi samo s*ru
Rodili ih i odgojili licemeri
Srca reciklirana ali nikad spašena
Od kolevke pa do groba
Mi smo deca rata i mira
Od Enahajma do srednjeg istoka
Mi smo priče i sledbenici
Isusa iz Predgrađa
Zemlje snova
Što u mene ne veruje
Zemlja snova
I ja ne verujem
I nije me briga!
Nije me briga! [x4]

[Deo 4: Dragi moji voljeni]

Dragi moji voljeni, slušate li?
Ne sećam se ni jedne vaše reči
Jesmo li ludi ili sam ja poremećen?
Nešto između ludila i nesigurnosti
Oh terapijo, možeš li, molim te, ispuniti tu prazninu?
Jesam li retardian ili samo presrećan
Niko nije savršen a ja sam optužen
Za nedostatak nekog boljeg sveta, i to je moj najbolji izgovor

[Deo 5: Priče o još jednoj rasturenoj porodici]

Živeti a ne disati
Znači tragično umreti
Bežati, pobeći
Naći ono u šta veruješ
I ja ostavljam za sobom
Ovaj uragan je*enih laži

Izgubio sam veru zbog ovog
Ovog nepostojećeg rada
Zato trčim
I bežim
Ka svetlu mazohista
I ostavljam za sobom
Ovaj uragan je*enih laži
I ovo sam prošao
Milion i jedan je*eni put
Ali ne i ovaj put

Uopšte me nije sram
Izvinjavati se neću

Kad nemaš gde da odeš
U begu od bola
Kad si izmučen
Priče iz još jedne rasturene porodice

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