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 
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