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Datos de Sean Paul Nombre Verdadero: Sean Paul Ryan Francis HenriquesNombre Artístico: Sean PaulDonde Nació: Kingston, JamaicaFecha de Nacimiento: 09 de enero de 1973Edad: 51Nacionalidad: Jamaiquina-estadounidenseGénero(s): Dancehall, reggae, R&B, hip hopActividad: 1996 - ActualidadInstrumentos: VozOcupación: Cantante, compositorDisquera(s): VP, Atlantic RecordsCónyuge/Pareja: Jodi Stewart (matr. 2012)Padres: Garth Henriques y Frances HenriquesHijos: 2Página Oficial: www.allseanpaul.comRedes Sociales:Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube .'
'. ¿Quién es Sean Paul? Nacido como Sean Paul Henriques, el 8 de enero de 1973 en Kingston, Jamaica, Henriques fue educado en la secundaria Wolmers cerca del estadio National Heroes, y en la exclusiva secundaria Bel Air en Mandeville. Estudió comercio con la intención de ocupar un puesto en administración hotelera, y aunque estaba calificado para este trabajo, se vio atraído por la pista de baile. Comenzó como compositor, pero encontró la fama como cantante. En 1997 grabó ‘Ladies Man’ junto a Spanner Banner, y este tema llegó al tope de los rankings jamaiquinos. Este hit dio como resultado que se embarcara en sesiones junto a Jeremy Harding, un productor poco con Nacido como Sean Paul Henriques, el 8 de enero de 1973 en Kingston, Jamaica, Henriques fue educado en la secundaria Wolmers cerca del estadio National Heroes, y en la exclusiva secundaria Bel Air en Mandeville. Estudió comercio con la intención de ocupar un puesto en administración hotelera, y aunque estaba calificado para este trabajo, se vio atraído por la pista de baile. Comenzó como compositor, pero encontró la fama como cantante. En 1997 grabó ‘Ladies Man’ junto
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Sean Paul - Jesus Of Suburbia Lyrics


Jesus of suburbia

I. JESUS OF SUBURBIA
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

But 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 in 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 and doing someone else's cocaine

II. 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,
We're 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 in 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

III. 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
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

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 I don't believe,
And I don't care!

IV. 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 Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed?
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused,
For the lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse

V. TALES FROM 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 fuc*** lies,
I lost my faith to this,
This town that don't exist

So I run,
I run away

To the light of masochists,
And I leave behind,
This hurricane of fuc*** lies,
And I walked this line,
A million and one fuc*** 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...

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