Nobody likes you... 
Everyone left you... 
They're all out without you... 
Having fun... 

Where have all the bastards gone?Testi Canzoni 
The underbelly's accidental high 
The dummy failed the crash test 
Collecting unemployment checks 
You're fucking only along for the ride 

Where have all the riots gone? 
As your city's model gets pulverized 
What's in love is now in debt 
On your birth certificate 
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse 

The television's an obstructionist 
And you don't even know that you exist 
Stand still wish to die 
You better run for your fucking life 

It's not over 'till your underground 
It's not hope before it's too late 
It's cities burnin' 
It's not my burden 
It's not hope 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 Suburbia 
The St. Jimmy's opinion of 
Your father's raise and your mother's love 
That's made the idiot America 

It's not over 'till your underground 
It's not hope before it's too late 
It's cities burnin' 
It's not my burden 
It's not hope 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