Green Day
Miscellaneous
Letterbomb (corrected)
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
Now collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie only 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
Stand still when its do or die
You better run for your fucking life
It's not over till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
This cities burnin'
Its not my burden
Its not over before it's too late
There's nothing else to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy's is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
This cities 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
She said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
Miscellaneous
Letterbomb (corrected)
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
Now collecting unemployment checks
Like a flunkie only 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
Stand still when its do or die
You better run for your fucking life
It's not over till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
This cities burnin'
Its not my burden
Its not over before it's too late
There's nothing else to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when it's too late?
You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy's is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me idiot America
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
This cities 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
She said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
