Karaoké Letterbomb Green Day

Where have all the bastards gone

The underbelly stacks up ten high

The dummy failed the crash test

Collectin' unemployment checks

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 fuckin' match to light this fuse-use

The 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 fuckin' life

It'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 late

There is nothin' 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

Say

And don't look back

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia

The Saint Jimmy is a figment of

Your father's rage and your mother's love made me the idiot America

It'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 late

She said

I can't take this place

I'm leavin' it behind

She said

I can't take this town

I'm leavin' you tonight