imi loa

“i’m the son of rage and love 
the jesus of suburbia 
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’ve gotten 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 in my private womb 
while the Moms and brat’s 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 a land of make believe 
that don’t believe in me”

green day