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 failde the crash test
Now collecting unemplouyment checks
Like a flunkie along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone
As the city's motto get pulverized?
What's in love is now in debt
On your birthcertificate
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 'til 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 is 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 fathers rage and your mothers love
Made me the Idiot America
It's not over 'til 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"
She said "I can't take this town, I'm leaving you tonight"
4 januari 2006
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