Green Day – Jesus Of Suburbia chords

Green Day
Jesus of Suburbia
American Idiot
Tuning: Half-step Down (Eb)

[Part I: Jesus of Suburabia]
D5 Bm G5 A5

G5 A5

Main Riff:
D5 A5 G5

Main Riff

D5 Bm G5 A5
D5 F5 Bm A5

[Part II: City of the Damned]

G5 A5

D5 Db5 B5 A5 D5
G5 A5

Bm A5 D5 G5
Bm A5 G5


[Part III: I Don't Care]

A5 D5
A5 D5
G5 D5

Chorus: (Same Chords as Solo)

D5 A#5 A5

Bridge: (Same Chords as Riff)

G5 A5 D5 A5

D5 G5 A5

[Part IV: Dearly Beloved]

D5 A5

A5 Db5 D5 A5 E5

Main Riff: (Same Chords as Verse)

Main Riff

[Part V: Tales of Another Broken Home]

A5 G5 D5

Verse: (Same Chords as Intro)

D5 A5 D5 A5 D5
E A E A EVerse
Chorus Intro Solo: (Same Chords as Verse and Chorus) Piano Bridge: (I don't know the chords to this; it doesn't matter anyways) Main Riff: (Same Chords as Verse) Outro: A5 G5 D5 A5 G5 D5 A5 Lyrics: 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 got away with But there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
They don't believe in me Get my television fixed
Sitting on my crucifix
The living room
On my private womb
While the Moms and Brads are away At the center of the Earth
In a parking lot
Of the 7-11 where
I was taught
The motto was just a lie It said "Home is where your heart is"
But what a shame
Because 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 all it seems 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 I don't care if you don't I don't care if you don't care I DON'T CARE!!!!!!! Everyone's so full of sh** Born and raised by hypocrites Hearts recycled but never saved From the cradles to the graves We are the kids of War & Peace From Anaheim to the Middle East We are the stories and disciples of THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA Land of make believe And it don't believe in me And I don't care 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 yet I stand accused For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse 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 f**king lies I lost My faith to this This town That don't exist So I run I run away To the lights Of masochists And I Leave behind This hurricane of f**king lies And I Walked this line A million and one f**king 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!! GOT TO LIVE AT HOME!!
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