No one really seems to care, hey
Everyone is so full of shit
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
For lack of a better word and that's my best excuse
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Well this is how I'm supposed to be
You're leaving, ah you're leaving home
I don't care if you don't
Soda pop and Ritalin
The center of the earth is the end of the world
While the moms and dads are away
And I walked this line
And I don't care, I don't care, I don't care
City of the dead
Hearts recycled but never saved
Of the 7-11 were I was taught, the motto was just a lie
Dearly beloved are you listening?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
A million and one fucking times
This hurricane of fucking lies
Lost children with dirty faces today
City of the dead
To run, to run away
The living room on my private womb
Like the holy scriptures at the shopping mall
On a steady diet of
In a land of make believe
Land of make believe and it don't believe
At the end of another lost highway
I don't care if you don't
I lost my faith to this
When there ain't nowhere you can go
From the cradle to the grave
I don't care if you don't care
And I could really care less
The Jesus of suburbia
And I leave behind
And there's nothing wrong with me
To alcohol and cigarettes
We are the kids of  war and peace
I don't care if you don't care
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Publishers: GREEN DAZE MUSIC, WB MUSIC CORP.
The light of masochist
I don't care if you don't care
No one ever died for my sins in hell
I don't care if you don't
No one really seems to care
City of the damned
I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall
We are the stories and disciples of
And Mary Jane to keep me insane
I don't care if you don't
At the center of the Earth in the parking lot
I don't care if you don't
This town that don't exist
This is how I'm supposed to be
As far as I can tell
At the end of another lost highway
I don't feel any shame, I won't apologize
City of the damned
I don't care if you don't
It's beating out of time
The Jesus of suburbia
You're leaving, you're leaving
Signs misleading to nowhere
'Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same
It says home is where your heart is but what a shame
But not this time
Get my television fixed, sitting on my crucifix
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
I don't care if you don't
To fall in love and fall in debt
That don't believe in me
Born and raised by hypocrites
From Anaheim to the Middle East
I don't care if you don't
And so it seemed to compare
I don't care if you don't care
It didn't say much but it only confirmed that
Lost children with dirty faces today
Songwriters: Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Pritchard, Frank E., Iii Wright
This hurricane of fucking lies
Doing someone else's cocaine
I'm the son of rage and love
To live and not to breathe
The Bible of none of the above
Running away from pain when you've been victimized
I don't care
And I leave behind
Tales from another broken home
I don't care, I don't care
And there's nothing wrong with me
At least the ones I got away with
Land of make believe and it don't believe in me
That don't believe in me
Signs misleading to nowhere
In a land of make believe
Is to die in tragedy
So I run, I run away
To find what to believe