Nobody likes you... Everyone left you... They're all out without you... Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone?Testi Canzoni The underbelly's accidental high The dummy failed the crash test Collecting unemployment checks You're fucking only along for the 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 television's an obstructionist And you don't even know that you exist Stand still wish to die You better run for your fucking life
It's not over 'till your underground It's not hope before it's too late It's cities burnin' It's not my burden It's not hope 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's opinion of Your father's raise and your mother's love That's made the idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground It's not hope before it's too late It's cities burnin' It's not my burden It's not hope 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