Letterbomb

Where have all the bastards gone
The underbelly stacks up ten high
The dummy failed the crash test
Now collecting unemployment checks
Like 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 burning
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

There is 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

You're not the Jesus of Surburbia
The St. Jimmy is figrueut 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 burning
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
She said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight