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 a Flunky Only Along For The Ride
where Have All The Riots Gone as This City's Motto Gets Pulverized 'once In Love, Is Now In Debt' On Your Birth Certificate so Strike The Fucking Match To Light This Fuse
the Town Bishop's An Extortionist and He Don't Even Know That You Exist standing Still When It's Do Or Die you'd Better Run For Your Fucking Life
it's Not Over 'til 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
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 'til 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
well, 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'