Letterbomb - Green Day, Mary Faber, Rebecca Naomi Jones

Nobody likes you

Everyone left you

They’re all out without you

Having fun

Where have all the bastards gone?

The underbelly stacks up 10 high

The dummy failed the crash test

Collecting unemployment checks

A flunky only along for the ride

Where have all the riots gone?

As the city’s motto gets pulverized

Whats in love is now just debt

On your brith certificate

So strike a fucking match to light this fuse

Ooh

The town bishop’s 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 we’re underground

Its not over before its too late

This city’s burning

Its not my burden

Its not over before its too late

There is nothing left to analyze

Where will all the Martyrs go when the virus cures itself?

And where wil we all go when its too late?

Now dont hold 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 you the Idiot America

Its not over till we’re underground

Its not over before its too late

This city’s burning

Its not my burden

Its not over before its too late

Well she said «I can’t take this place

Im leaving it behind»

Oh she said «I can’t take this town

Im leaving you tonight»