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 highThe dummy failed the crash testCollecting unemployment checksLike a flunkie along for the ride
Where have all the riots goneAs the city's motto gets pulverized?What's in love is now in debtOn your birth certificateSo strike the fucking match to light this fuse!
The town bishop is an extortionistAnd he don't even know that you existStanding still when it's do or dieYou 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 burdenIt'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 SuburbiaThe St. Jimmy is a figment ofYour father's rage and your mother's loveMade me the idiot America
It's not over 'till you're undergroundIt's not over before it's too lateThis city's burnin'It's not my burdenIt's not over before it's too late
She said I can't take this placeI'm leaving it behind
Well she said I can't take this townI'm leaving you tonight