Jesus of Suburbia
 作词 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tre Cool
 作曲 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Tre Cool
 制作人 : Billie Joe Armstrong/Mike Dirnt/Rob Cavallo/Tre Cool
 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
 '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
 That don't believe in me
 Get my television fix
 Sitting on my crucifix
 The living room or my private womb
 While the mom's and Brad'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
 At the center of the Earth in the parking lot
 Of the 7-Eleven where I was taught
 The motto was just a lie
 It says, "Home is where your heart is," but what a shame
 'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
 It's beating out of time
 City of the dead (Hey, hey)
 At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey)
 Signs misleading to nowhere
 City of the damned (Hey, hey)
 Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey)
 No one really seems to care
 I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
 Like the holy scriptures of the shopping mall
 And so it seemed 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
 City of the dead (Hey, hey)
 At the end of another lost highway (Hey, hey)
 Signs misleading to nowhere
 City of the damned (Hey, hey)
 Lost children with dirty faces today (Hey, hey)
 No one really seems to care (Hey)
 I don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't care
 I don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't care
 I don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't
 I don't care if you don't care
 I don't care if you don't
 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 shit
 Born and raised by hypocrites
 Hearts recycled, but never saved
 From the cradles to the grave
 We are the kids of war and 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
 Land of make believe and it don't believe (It's another lie)
 And I don't care
 I don't care
 I don't care
 I don't care
 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 and 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 ****ing 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 ****ing lies
 And I walked this line
 A million and one ****ing 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)
 You're leaving
 You're leaving
 Are you leaving home?
 音频助理 : Brian "Dr. Vibb" Vibberts/Dmitar "Dim-E" Krnjaic/Greg "Stimie" Burns/Jimmy Hoyson/Joe Browne
 音频工程师 : Doug McKean
 主人声 : Billie Joe Armstrong
 和声 : Mike Dirnt/Tre Cool
 吉他 : Billie Joe Armstrong
 鼓 : Tre Cool
 钢琴 : Rob Cavallo
 母带工程师 : Ted Jensen
 低音吉他 : Mike Dirnt
 萨克斯 : Jason Freese
 混音工程师 : Chris Lord-Alge
 附加制作 : Chris Dugan/Reto Peter