Letterbomb

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

Collectin' unemployment checks

The flunkie 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 fuckin' match to light this fuse

The town bishop's an extortionist

And he don't even know that you exist

Standin' still when it's do or die

You better run for your fuckin' 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 is nothin' 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

Well, she said, "I can't take this place, I'm leavin' it behind"

Well, she said, "I can't take this town, I'm leavin' you tonight"