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