Thursday, November 18, 2004
Nobody likes you...Everyone left you...They're all out without you...Having fun...
Where have all the bastards gone?The underbelly's accidental high..The dummy failed the crash test..Collecting unemployment checks..You're fucking only along for the ride...Where have all the riots gone?..As your city's model gets pulverized..What's in love is now in debt..On your birth certificate..So strike the fucking match to light this fuse..The television's an obstructionist..And you don't even know that you exist..Stand still wish to die..You better run for your fucking life! It's not over 'till your underground,It's not hope before it's too late.It's cities burnin',It's not my burden.It's not hope before it's too late,There's nothing 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?And don't look backYou're not the Jesus of Suburbia..The St. Jimmy's opinion of..Your father's raise and your mother's love..That's made the idiot America!!
It's not over 'till your undergroundIt's not hope before it's too lateIt's cities burnin'It's not my burdenIt's not hope before it's too late...
She said I can't take this placeI'm leaving it behindWell she said I can't take this townI'm leaving you tonight
azzy 10:09 pm
