Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia (Ukulele)

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

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
And 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

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
We're 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/B
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/B
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
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                      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     C - G
Land of make believe

F            G          C - G
And it don't believe in me              

F            G    C - 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 are we disturbed?

C                           G          D
The space that's in between insane and insecure

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 beat excuse

G           F - C – G – F - C
To live and not to  breathe

G            F – C – G – F - C
Is to die in tragedy

G          F – C – G – F - C
To run, to run away

G            F – C – G – F - C
To find what you believe

    C – G – C – G – C     G    D – G – D – G – D
And I..             Leave be.. hind

G    C   G    C    G  C   G     D – G – D – G - D
This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies

G         F – C – G – F - C
I lost my faith to this

G              F – C – G – F - C
This town that don't exist

G           F – C – G – F - C
So I run, I run away

G               F – C - G
To the light of masochist

    C – G – C – G – C     G    D – G – D – G – D
And I..             Leave be.. hind

G    C   G    C    G  C   G     D – G – D – G - D
This hu..rri..cane of fu..cking lies 

    C – G – C – G – C      G    D – G – D – G – D
And I..             Walked this line

G    C    G    C   G   C   G     D – G – D – G – D - G
A    mil..lion and one fu..cking times       But not this time

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 – C - G
You’re leaving...

       F – C - G
You’re leaving...

       F – C - G
You’re leaving...

       F – C      
Ah you’re leaving home…