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 flunkie only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?
As this city's motto gets pulverized
What's in love is now in debt
On your birth certificate
So strike the f*cking match to light this fuse

the town bishop is an extortionist
And you don't even know that you exist
Standing still when its do or die
You better run for your f*cking life

It's not over till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burning
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?

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is pigment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America.

It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burning
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

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"