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 a ride

Where have all the riots gone
As your city´s model 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 your underground
It´s not over before it´s too late
It´s cities 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 raise and your mother´s love
Made me the idiot America

It´s not over ´till your underground
It´s not over before it´s too late
It´s cities 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