Texty: Green Day. 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 high The dummy failed the crash test Collecting unemployment checks Like a flunkie along for the ride Where have all the riots gone As the city's motto gets pulverized? What you love is now in dept On your birth certificate So strike the fucking match to light this fuse The town bishop is an extrotionist And he don't even know that you exist Standing still till 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 burnin' 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 till you're underground It's not over before it's too late This city's burnin' 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 Well, she said I can't take this town I'm leaving you tonight