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 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 is 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 'till 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 'till 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

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