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
Who don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & 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
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
Who don't believe in me
Get my television fix
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room on my private womb
While the Moms & 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
Jesus Of Suburbia - Green day
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