Nobody likes you everyone loves you

 

That all I'll be doubt you having fan

 

Where have all the bastards gone

 

The underbelly stacks up ten high

 

The dummy failed the crash test

Collecting unemployment checks

Like a flunkie all along for a 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 that certificate

 

So strike the f**king 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 f**king life

 

It's not over till your underground

 

It's not over before it's too late

 

It's cities burning

 

It's not my burden

 

It's not over 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 is a figment of

 

Your father's rage and your mother's love

 

Made me the idiot America

 

It's not over till your underground

 

It's not over before it's too late

 

It's cities 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

 

Well she said I can't take this town

I'm leaving you tonight