| Nobody likes you
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| Everyone left you
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| They’re all out without you
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| Having fun
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| Where have all the bastards gone?
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| The underbelly stacks up 10 high
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| The dummy failed the crash test
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| Collecting unemployment checks
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| A flunky only along for the ride
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| Where have all the riots gone?
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| As the city’s motto gets pulverized
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| Whats in love is now just debt
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| On your brith certificate
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| So strike a fucking match to light this fuse
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| Ooh
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| The town bishop’s an extortionist
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| And he dont even know that you exist
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| Standing still when its do or die
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| You better run for your fucking life
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| Its not over till we’re underground
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| Its not over before its too late
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| This city’s burning
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| Its not my burden
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| Its not over before its too late
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| There is nothing left to analyze
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| Where will all the Martyrs go when the virus cures itself?
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| And where wil we all go when its too late?
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| Now dont hold back
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| You’re not the Jesus of Suburbia
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| The Saint Jimmy is a figment of
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| Your father’s rage and your mother’s love
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| Made you the Idiot America
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| Its not over till we’re underground
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| Its not over before its too late
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| This city’s burning
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| Its not my burden
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| Its not over before its too late
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| Well she said «I can’t take this place
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| Im leaving it behind»
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| Oh she said «I can’t take this town
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| Im leaving you tonight» |