Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all
out without you
having fun
Where have all
the bastards gone
The underbelly stacks
up ten high
The dummy failed
the crash test
Collecting
unemployment checks
A flunky only
along for the ride
Where have all
the riots gone
as the city's motto
gets pulverized
What's in love is
now in debt
on your
birth certificate
So strike the
fucking match
to light this fuse
The town bishop's
an extortionist
and he don't
even know that you exist
Standing still
when it's do or die
You better run
for your fucking life
It's not over
'til you're underground
It's not over
before it's too late
This city's burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over
before it's too late
There's nothing
left to analyze
Where will all the
martyrs go
when the virus
cures itself
And where will we all go
when it's too late
And don't look back
You're not
the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy
is a figment of
Your father's rage
and your mother's love
made me the idiot
America
It's not over
'til you're underground
It's not over
before it's too late
This city's burnin'
It's not my burden
It's not over
before it's too late
Well she said
I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind
Well she said
I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight