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

Where have all the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] for your [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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