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 the ride

Where have all the riots gone?
As your 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
Standing still when it’s do or die
You better run for your fucking life

You’re not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. 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