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Victims of Circumcisia
By MattBoy11

parody of "Jesus of Suburbia
by Green Day

Original:  Parody:
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
I'm the son you mutilate
If you take it back it is too late
And the bible don't say a word about
cutting up you kids at their birth
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 your baby circumcised
No one ever died from it
It's safe as hell far as I can tell
That is what the doctor must have said

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
Chorus:
There was nothing wrong with me
It was how I was s'posed to be
In a land where freedom rings
Where was my freedom then?
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
Get my circumcision fixed
Got this tugger on my dick
To get me back where I was before
At least as close as I can get to it
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
My erections were tight has hell
It made want to scream and yell
The pain was bad and it made me mad
Cause it hurt to get excited

(Chorus)

Sitting in the car
In the parking lot
Of the hell's hospital
Where I was cut
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
That advice was just a lie
He said it's cleaner to get cut
But what a shame
'Cause getting circumcised is fucking lame
I'm sure you think the same

*City of the damned 1st verse*
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 asked my parents why I got the knife
And they said they didn't think about my future life
But now they really regret
They didn't say much but it only confirmed
That the people in this world are so ill informed
And they could really care less

*City of the Damned 1st verse repeated*
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]
They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't know

They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't know

They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't know
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

They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't
They don't care if they don't know
They don't know

Doctors are so full of shit
Born and cut by hypocrites
They swore to heal but mutilate
So from the cradle to the grave
We are the ones who got the knife
And we're stuck that way our whole life
We are the ones without foreskin
The victims of circumcisia
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe

And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]

Land where freedom rings
Where was my freedom then?
Land where freedom rings
Where was my freedom?

And they don't care
They don't care
They don't care
They don't care
They 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
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
Medical professionals
Are you listening?
I don't believe a word that you were sayin'
Are we demented or just disturbed
To carry on this thing that makes us insecure

Oh, circumcision just makes a void
It is retarded and and I am not overjoyed
No man is perfect
And they think that fixes it
Then they call it cleaner
And that is their best excuse
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
To live without foreskin
To die so incomplete
To run against this crap
To fight is where we're at

And I'm circumcised
Because of a chain of fucking lies

I lost my ability
To feel sex naturally
My glans; it is so numb
I can't believe we are this dumb
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
And I'm circumcised
Because of a chain of fucking lies
And I've heard this lie
A million hella fuckin' times
But now it's 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 have felt so much pain
I won't apologist
For all the stuff I said
But if you can get it back
When you've been victimized
Tales from another mutilated guy (I'm tuggin, I'm tuggin', I'm tuggin, But I'm not tuggin alone)

MattBoy155 is a member of Foreskin-Restoration.net/forum, the intactivists' network. 

 

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