Letterbomb

When the virus cures itself?
Where have all the riots gone
Made me the idiot America
Where will all the martyrs go
Having fun
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
And don't look back
And where will we all go when it's too late?
It's cities burnin'
It's not my burden

They're all out without you
Collecting unemployment checks
It's not over before it's too late
She said I can't take this place
It's not over till your underground
You better run for your fucking life
Your father's rage and your mother's love
On your birth certificate
It's not over before it's too late
The dummy failed the crash test

It's not over before it's too late
Where have all the bastards gone?
What's in love is now in debt
Like a flunkie along for a ride
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin'
There's nothing left to analyze
Well, she said I can't take this town
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
I'm leaving it behind
As your city's model gets pulverized?
The underbelly stacks up ten high

The town bishop is an extortionist

It's not my burden

It's not over till your underground
Standing still when it's do or die

And he don't even know that you exist
The St. Jimmy is a figment of