Nobody likes you
Everyone left you
They're all out without you
Having funWhere 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 rideWhere 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 fuseThe town bishop is an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Stand still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking lifeIt'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 lateThere is nothing left to analyzeWhere 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 backYou'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 AmericaIt'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 lateShe said: I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind
She said: I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
Composição: Billie Joe Armstrong.
