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. Like a flunkie along for the ride. Where have all the riots gone? As your city's motto is 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 is an extortionist. & 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 'till you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's 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? & where will we all go when it's too late? & don't look back. You're not the Jesus of Suburbia. The St. Jimmy is a figment of your father's rage & your mother's love, made me the Idiot America.
It's not over 'till you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's 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,
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