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
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 (said, now it's, it's another lie)
And I don't believe
And I don't care (whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care (whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care (whoo, whoo, whoo)
I don't care (whoo, whoo, whoo)
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
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