Letterbomb

Where have all the bastards gone?

The underbelly stinks of tonight

The dummy failed the crash test

Collecting unemployement cheques

You're fucking only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?

As the city's moto gets pulverized

Once two lovers, now in debt

On your birth certificate

So strike the fucking match to light this fuse

The television's an extortionist

And they don't even know that you exist

So stand still, waits to die

You'd better run for your fucking life

It's not over 'til your underground

It's not home before it's too late

This city's burning

It's not my burden

It's not home before it's too late

There is nothing left to analyse

Where will all the martyrs go

When the fire scares themselves?

And where will we all go when it's too late?

And don't look back

Your not the Jesus of Suburbia

They're saying Jimmy is a figment of

Your Fathers race and your Mothers love

Then maybe you need an America

It's not over 'til your underground

It's not home before it's too late

This city's burning

It's not my burden

It's not home before it's too late

Well 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