First time I played this it was the hardest song I knew, now I’m moving onto stuff like megadeth and Metallica, but this is where my love for guitar all started. It’s been almost 2 years since then. Thank you
A lot of the great Metallica songs are even easier than Green Day notes wise. It’s the picking that really gets me. Idk how James Hetfield can pick like that for 2-3 hour live shows especially at his current age
Really great attention to all of the details. Great job. Thanks for the inspiration! I’m learning this now, it’s relatively easy…very long and fun to play.
Here are the lyrics: (0:01) part one 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 moms and Brads 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 (1:57) part 2 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 (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 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 (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! (3:50) part 3 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 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! (5:26) part 4 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 Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh) Am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect, and I stand accused (ooh, ooh) For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh (6:40) part 5 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 (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) 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 (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) And I've walked this line (ooh, ooh) A million and one fucking times (ooh, ooh) 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!
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 moms and Brads 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 7-11 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 (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 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 (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 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 Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh) Am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect, and I stand accused (ooh, ooh) For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh 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 (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) 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 (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) And I've walked this line (ooh, ooh) A million and one fucking times (ooh, ooh) 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!
POV: 1st day of studying it; Wow it so easy and cool 2nd day POV: Damn! This so much headache and my hand hurts 😂 It's so long and also i feel so cringe when I start over because of mistake😂
im a complete beginner so sorry for the question but how do I get my guitar to sound the way yours does mine is in tune (standard and I'm strumming the correct chords the first two so far) has it got to do with your amp settings? I have a Blackstar ID: Core V3 and my guitar is a Ibanez GIO however I'm not sure how to tell its specific model within the GIO range, thanks for any help
I am in the same boat, Noah. If you have a small amp like mine (Epiphone Electar 10W), then it would be a bit of a struggle to get the settings just right. If you do that, you'll solve the amp part of the problem. For me, it was impossible and frustrating cuz the amp was not that great. Songs like these also have extra stuff such as reverb, delay etc. for which you'd need extra equipment. If you are looking for the perfect tone, I recommend going the same route as the guy in the video. He is using an audio interface hooked to a computer. From there, you can get pretty much any tone you want from an amp simulation software such as Guitar Rig which he has used.
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 moms and Brads 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 7-11 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 (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 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 (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 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 Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Oh therapy, can you please fill the void? (Ooh, ooh) Am I retarded, or am I just overjoyed? (Ooh, ooh, ooh) Nobody's perfect, and I stand accused (ooh, ooh) For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse (ooh, ooh, ooh) Ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh Ooh, ooh 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 (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) 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 (ooh, ooh) This hurricane of fucking lies (ooh, ooh) And I've walked this line (ooh, ooh) A million and one fucking times (ooh, ooh) 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!
