I´m the son of rage & love , the jesus of suburbia
From the bible of the above. On a steady diet of soda pop and ritallin No one ever died for my sins in hell as far I can tell at least the one I got away with. And there´s nothing wrong with me, This is how I supossed to be, in the 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 brads are away To fall in love and fall in debt, To alcohol and cigarettes, and Mary Jane Who keep me insane and doing someone´s elses cocaine And there´s nothing wrong with me, This is how I supossed to be, in the land of make believe That don´t believe in me !