Album: American Idiot
Written by Billie Joe Armstrong
Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
Theyre all out without you...
Having fun...
Where 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 a ride
Where have all the riots gone
As your citys model gets pulverized?
Whats 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 dont even know that you exist
Standing still when its do or die
You better run for your fucking life
Its not over till your underground
Its not over before its too late
Its cities burnin
Its not my burden
Its not over before its too late
Theres nothing left to analyze
Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go when its too late?
And dont look back
Youre not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your fathers rage and your mothers love
Made me the idiot America
Its not over till your underground
Its not over before its too late
Its cities burnin
Its not my burden
Its not over before its too late
She said I cant take this place
Im leaving it behind
Well she said I cant take this town
Im leaving you tonight
