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  • Songs of Sacrilege: Holiday by Green Day

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    This is the one hundred ninety-third installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Holiday by Green Day.

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    [Intro]
    Say hey!

    [Verse 1]
    Hear the sound of the falling rain
    Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
    The shame, the ones who died without a name
    Hear the dogs howling out of key
    To a hymn called “Faith and Misery” (Hey!)
    And bleed, the company lost the war today

    [Chorus]
    I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
    This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
    On holiday

    [Verse 2]
    Hear the drum pounding out of time
    Another protester has crossed the line (Hey!)
    To find the money’s on the other side
    Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
    There’s a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
    A gag, a plastic bag on a monument

    [Chorus]
    I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
    This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
    On holiday

    [Interlude]
    “The representative from California has the floor”

    [Middle Eight]
    Sieg Heil to the president Gasman
    Bombs away is your punishment
    Pulverize the Eiffel towers
    Who criticize your government
    Bang bang goes the broken glass
    And kill all the fags that don’t agree
    Trials by fire, setting fire
    Is not a way that’s meant for me
    Just ‘cause, just ‘cause
    Because we’re outlaws, yeah!

    [Chorus]
    I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
    This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
    I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
    This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
    This is our lives on holiday

  • Songs of Sacrilege: Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day

    This is the forty-third installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day.

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    [Part 1]

    I’m the son of rage and love
    The Jesus of Suburbia
    From 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

    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

    [Part 2: City Of The Damned]

    At the center of the Earth
    In the parking lot
    Of the 7-11 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
    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 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
    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

    [Part 3: I 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
    [4x]

    I don’t care

    Everyone is so full of shit
    Born and raised by hypocrites
    Hearts recycled but never saved
    From the cradle 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
    And I don’t care!
    I don’t care! [4x]

    [Part 4: Dearly Beloved]

    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

    [Part 5: Tales Of Another Broken Home]

    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 fucking 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 fucking lies
    And I walked this line
    A million and one fucking 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…
    Ah you’re leaving home…