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
Now collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone
As the city's moto 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 your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's city’s burning
It's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
There's nothing left to analyse
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
 Then maybe you need an America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's 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