I Was Meant To Be With You Three..., chapter 19
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About a month later Mike was let out of the hospital, fully recovered. He came back to Jesus of Suburbia written out, all 5 parts. It was estimated to be about 9 minutes, but they didn't know for sure since their brilliant bassist was missing. They took a plane to Miami and practised Jesus of Suburbia there until they got it right. That took at least a week. This is how Billie Joe and Sam sing it:
B: I'm the son of rage and love
S: The Jesus of Suburbia
B: The bible of "None of the Above", On a steady diet of
S: Soda pop and Ritalin
B: No one ever died for my
S: Sins in hell, As far as I can tell, At least the ones I got away with
B: But there's nothing wrong with me, This is how I'm supposed to be, In the land of make believe, That don't believe in me. Get my television fix, Sitting on my crucifix, The living room in my private womb, While the Mom's and Brad's away
S: To fall in love and fall in debt, To alcohol and cigarettes, And Mary Jane to keep me insane, Doing someone else's cocaine. But there's nothing wrong with me, This is how I'm supposed to be, In the land of make believe, That don't believe in me
B: At the centre of the earth in the parking lot, Of the 7-11 where I was taught, The motto was just a lie
S: It says "Home Is Where Your Heart Is", But what a shame, Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same, We're beating out of time
B: City of the dead, At the end of another lost highway, Signs misleading to nowhere
S: City of the Damned, Lost children with dirty faces today, No one really seems to care
B: I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall, Like the Holy Scriptures in a shopping mall, And so it seemed to confess
S: It didn't say much but it only confirmed, That the centre of the earth is the end of the world, And I could really care less
B: City of the dead, At the end of another lost highway, Signs misleading to nowhere
S: City of the Damned, Lost children with dirty faces today, No one really seems to caaaaare
SB: 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 (x4) I don't caaaaaare!
B: 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!
S: 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!
SB: I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!
B: I don't care!
S: 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.
B: To live, And not to breathe, Is to die in tragedy.
S: To run, to run away, to find what you believe.
SB: And I leave behind, This hurricane of fucking lies
S: I lost, my faith to this, This town that don't exist
B: So I run, I run away, The light of Masochists
SB: And I leave behind, This hurricane of fucking lies. And I have walked this line, A million and one fucking times, But not this time!
B: I don't feel any shame I won't apologise, When there ain't nowhere you can go. Running away from pain when you've been victimized, Tales from another broken... Hoooome.
S: You're leaving, You're leaving, You're leaving, You're leaving home!
So yeah, girls you can sing along instead of Sam and be in your own little world with Green Day! Anyway, here's more of the story...
Normal P.O.V.
"Happy birthday!" Tre shouted at seven o'clock in the morning, 2nd of November. Sam moaned and kept her eyes shut.
"What happened to, 'I'll let you sleep in on your birthday Sam'?" Sam asked Tre and he shrugged.
"I decided you needed to be up early today," Tre said and hugged her tightly. "It's your special day!" He let go and got out of bed. He walked over to his luggage bags and searched through for the two things he had brought her. He found them and saw Sam sitting up in bed watching him.
"You didn't have to get me anything!"
"Yes I did! Now don't look while I go and wrap it up!" He shoved them up the front of his top and headed to the bathroom.
"In the bathroom?"
"Yes. In the bathroom. You have a problem with that?"
"No. You just, go ahead," Sam said and Tre walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Tre took out a box from under his top and a picture. One was a little blue jewellery box. Inside was a gold chain that had a silver heart and crossbones hanging from it. The picture was of him and Sam that he had got a cameraman to take for him.
Tre started to get as much toilet paper as he could. It was paper and you could wrap something in it if you really wanted to. Tre smiled as he imagined the look on Sam's face as she saw two bundles of toilet paper were her presents. He quickly finished and came out of the bathroom to find that Sam had dozed off again. Tre sighed and hopped back in bed next to her. He put the presents on the floor and decided to lie there until she woke up.
Before he got to shut his eyes, Billie Joe and Mike came bursting through the door both wearing party hats. Mike was holding onto a birthday cake he had made (good cook remember!) and Billie Joe was holding onto plates and cutlery, two birthday hats for Tre and Sam and was singing 'Happy Birthday' at the top of his lungs. Sam's hat had 'Birthday Girl' written on it. Sam woke up instantly from shock. Billie Joe threw Tre's hat at him and joined Mike at the side of the bed.
"Happy birthday Sam!" Billie Joe yelled for the millionth time. He put her hat on her head as she sat up again.
"You realise I had just gotten to sleep, don't you?" Sam asked and they laughed.
"Bad timing," Mike agreed as he managed to check his watch.
"Well, happy birthday!" Billie Joe said brightly.
"I know already! You've said it a thousand times in the last five seconds!"
"You wanna see what I got you?" Billie Joe asked her, but gave her no time to reply. "I'll go and get it!" He put the plates and cutlery on the floor and bounced out of the room to get his present.
"Get me mine too!" Mike shouted as Tre rolled over and picked up his two presents.
"Why do you have toilet paper?" Sam asked and Tre smiled.
"It's for you!" Tre laughed at Sam's face.
"Riiiight... " Billie Joe came into the room with a very large box and a smaller one. He handed the smaller one to Mike and they both sat at the end of the bed facing Tre and Sam.
"Who's going first? And hurry up cause I want that cake cause Mike cooked it!" Billie Joe said, eyeing up the cake that sat on the floor.
B: I'm the son of rage and love
S: The Jesus of Suburbia
B: The bible of "None of the Above", On a steady diet of
S: Soda pop and Ritalin
B: No one ever died for my
S: Sins in hell, As far as I can tell, At least the ones I got away with
B: But there's nothing wrong with me, This is how I'm supposed to be, In the land of make believe, That don't believe in me. Get my television fix, Sitting on my crucifix, The living room in my private womb, While the Mom's and Brad's away
S: To fall in love and fall in debt, To alcohol and cigarettes, And Mary Jane to keep me insane, Doing someone else's cocaine. But there's nothing wrong with me, This is how I'm supposed to be, In the land of make believe, That don't believe in me
B: At the centre of the earth in the parking lot, Of the 7-11 where I was taught, The motto was just a lie
S: It says "Home Is Where Your Heart Is", But what a shame, Cause everyone's heart doesn't beat the same, We're beating out of time
B: City of the dead, At the end of another lost highway, Signs misleading to nowhere
S: City of the Damned, Lost children with dirty faces today, No one really seems to care
B: I read the graffiti in the bathroom stall, Like the Holy Scriptures in a shopping mall, And so it seemed to confess
S: It didn't say much but it only confirmed, That the centre of the earth is the end of the world, And I could really care less
B: City of the dead, At the end of another lost highway, Signs misleading to nowhere
S: City of the Damned, Lost children with dirty faces today, No one really seems to caaaaare
SB: 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 (x4) I don't caaaaaare!
B: 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!
S: 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!
SB: I don't care! I don't care! I don't care!
B: I don't care!
S: 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.
B: To live, And not to breathe, Is to die in tragedy.
S: To run, to run away, to find what you believe.
SB: And I leave behind, This hurricane of fucking lies
S: I lost, my faith to this, This town that don't exist
B: So I run, I run away, The light of Masochists
SB: And I leave behind, This hurricane of fucking lies. And I have walked this line, A million and one fucking times, But not this time!
B: I don't feel any shame I won't apologise, When there ain't nowhere you can go. Running away from pain when you've been victimized, Tales from another broken... Hoooome.
S: You're leaving, You're leaving, You're leaving, You're leaving home!
So yeah, girls you can sing along instead of Sam and be in your own little world with Green Day! Anyway, here's more of the story...
Normal P.O.V.
"Happy birthday!" Tre shouted at seven o'clock in the morning, 2nd of November. Sam moaned and kept her eyes shut.
"What happened to, 'I'll let you sleep in on your birthday Sam'?" Sam asked Tre and he shrugged.
"I decided you needed to be up early today," Tre said and hugged her tightly. "It's your special day!" He let go and got out of bed. He walked over to his luggage bags and searched through for the two things he had brought her. He found them and saw Sam sitting up in bed watching him.
"You didn't have to get me anything!"
"Yes I did! Now don't look while I go and wrap it up!" He shoved them up the front of his top and headed to the bathroom.
"In the bathroom?"
"Yes. In the bathroom. You have a problem with that?"
"No. You just, go ahead," Sam said and Tre walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. Tre took out a box from under his top and a picture. One was a little blue jewellery box. Inside was a gold chain that had a silver heart and crossbones hanging from it. The picture was of him and Sam that he had got a cameraman to take for him.
Tre started to get as much toilet paper as he could. It was paper and you could wrap something in it if you really wanted to. Tre smiled as he imagined the look on Sam's face as she saw two bundles of toilet paper were her presents. He quickly finished and came out of the bathroom to find that Sam had dozed off again. Tre sighed and hopped back in bed next to her. He put the presents on the floor and decided to lie there until she woke up.
Before he got to shut his eyes, Billie Joe and Mike came bursting through the door both wearing party hats. Mike was holding onto a birthday cake he had made (good cook remember!) and Billie Joe was holding onto plates and cutlery, two birthday hats for Tre and Sam and was singing 'Happy Birthday' at the top of his lungs. Sam's hat had 'Birthday Girl' written on it. Sam woke up instantly from shock. Billie Joe threw Tre's hat at him and joined Mike at the side of the bed.
"Happy birthday Sam!" Billie Joe yelled for the millionth time. He put her hat on her head as she sat up again.
"You realise I had just gotten to sleep, don't you?" Sam asked and they laughed.
"Bad timing," Mike agreed as he managed to check his watch.
"Well, happy birthday!" Billie Joe said brightly.
"I know already! You've said it a thousand times in the last five seconds!"
"You wanna see what I got you?" Billie Joe asked her, but gave her no time to reply. "I'll go and get it!" He put the plates and cutlery on the floor and bounced out of the room to get his present.
"Get me mine too!" Mike shouted as Tre rolled over and picked up his two presents.
"Why do you have toilet paper?" Sam asked and Tre smiled.
"It's for you!" Tre laughed at Sam's face.
"Riiiight... " Billie Joe came into the room with a very large box and a smaller one. He handed the smaller one to Mike and they both sat at the end of the bed facing Tre and Sam.
"Who's going first? And hurry up cause I want that cake cause Mike cooked it!" Billie Joe said, eyeing up the cake that sat on the floor.
