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 10 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
Whats in love is now just debt
On your brith certificate
So strike a fucking match to light this fuse
Ooh
The town bishop’s an extortionist
And he dont even know that you exist
Standing still when its do or die
You better run for your fucking life
Its not over till we’re underground
Its not over before its too late
This city’s burning
Its not my burden
Its not over before its too late
There is nothing left to analyze
Where will all the Martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where wil we all go when its too late?
Now dont hold back
You’re not the Jesus of Suburbia
The Saint Jimmy is a figment of
Your father’s rage and your mother’s love
Made you the Idiot America
Its not over till we’re underground
Its not over before its too late
This city’s burning
Its not my burden
Its not over before its too late
Well she said «I can’t take this place
Im leaving it behind»
Oh she said «I can’t take this town
Im leaving you tonight»