Where have all the bastards gone? The underbelly stacks up ten high. The dummy faile that crashed test, now collecting unenplougment checks like a flunkie along for the ride.
Where have all the riots gone as the city motto gets pulverized?
What's in love is now in deld on your bitch certificte. So strike the fucking match to light this fuse! The town bishop is an extortionist and he don't even now that you exist.
Standing shill when it's do or die, you better run for your fucking life. It's not over till you underground. It's not over before it's too late. This city's burning 'It's not my burden'. It's not over when it's too late, there is nothing left to analyze. Where will all the  the wartyrs go when the virus  wires itself? And where will we all gone when it's too late?
 Your not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figurent of your father's rage and your mother's love.
 Made me the idiot America. It's not over 'til you underground. It's not over before it's too late. This city's burning "It's not my burden". It's not over before it's too late. SShe said "I can't take this olace, I'm leaving it behind" She said " I can't take this town, I'm leaving you tonight"