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 your city's motto gets pulverized
"what's in love is now in debt"
on your birth certificate
so strike the fuc*** 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 fuc*** 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"