Green Day

Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
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 the city's motto gets pulverized?
What you love is now in dept
On your birth certificate
So strike the fucking match to light this fuse
The town bishop is an extrotionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Standing still till it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life
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