Songwriters: Pritchard, Michael; Wright, Frank E., Iii; Armstrong, Billie Joe
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
Collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie along for the ride
Where have all the riots gone
As the city's motto 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 'til 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 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 'til 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
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