Nobody there

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 highthe

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 certificateso

strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The town bishop is an extortionistand

she don't even know that you existstanding

still when it's do or die

you better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'till you're undergroundit's not

over before it's too latethis 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 backYou're

not the jesus of suburbiathe

st. jimmy is a figment of your father's rage and your mother's love

made me the idiot americaIt's

not over 'till you're undergroundit's not over

before it's too latethis city's burnin"

it's not my burden"it's not over before it's too late

¨he said i can't take this place,i'm leaving it behind"

Well he said "i can't take this town,i'm leaving you tonight"