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 flunky along for a 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 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
Chorus:
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin', it's not my burden
It's not over 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 back
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
Chorus...
She said I can't take this place
I'm leaving it behind
Well she said I can't take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
___________________________________
Никто тебя не любит,
Все тебя оставили.
Они живут без тебя,
Наслаждаясь жизнью.
Куда делись все полукровки?
Мои друзья, наверно, ловят кайф.
Тупица провалил краш-тест,
Собирая квитанции по безработице,
Как подхалим, ко всем пристающий.
Куда ушли все бунты,
Пока город сравнивают с землёй?
Какая любовь сейчас в недостатке
На твоём свидетельстве о рождении.
Так чиркни же спичкой, чтобы поджечь запал.
Городской епископ - вымогатель,
И ты даже не знаешь, что существуешь.
Стой на месте, надейся умереть,
Хотя тебе лучше держаться за жизнь.
Припев:
Ещё не всё потеряно, пока в подполье ты.
Это не надежда - уже слишком поздно.
Это пожар в городах, но это не моя забота.
Это не надежда - уже слишком поздно.
Нет ничего, чтобы анализировать.
Куда пойдут все мученики,
Когда вирус исцелит себя?
И куда пойдём все мы,
Когда уже слишком поздно?
И не оглядывайся...
Ты не Иисус Пригорода.
Святой Джимми - просто мираж,
Рождённый ненавистью к отцу и любовью к матери,
Которые создали тебя - Идиота Америки.
Припев...
Она сказала, что я не выношу это место:
Я оставляю его позади.
Ещё она сказала, что я не выношу этот город:
Я покидаю тебя вечером
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 flunky along for a 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 town bishop is an extortionist
And he do not even know that you exist
Standing still when it's do or die
You better run for your fucking life
Chorus:
It's not over 'till your underground
It's not over before it's too late
It's cities burnin ', it's not my burden
It's not over 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 do not look back
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
Chorus ...
She said I can not take this place
I'm leaving it behind
Well she said I can not take this town
I'm leaving you tonight
___________________________________
No one loves you,
All you have left.
They live without you,
Enjoying life.
Where are all mongrels?
My friends probably catch a buzz.
Stupid failed a crash test,
Putting receipt of unemployment,
As a sycophant, all stuck.
Where did all the riots
While the city is compared to the earth?
What kind of love is now a lack of
On your birth certificate.
So chirknite the match to light the fuse.
City Bishop - extortionist,
And you do not even know exist.
Stay in place, hope to die,
Although you'd better hold on to life.
Chorus:
All is not lost as long as you are underground.
This is not a hope - it's too late.
It fires in the city, but it's not my concern.
This is not a hope - it's too late.
There is nothing to analyze.
Where will all the martyrs,
When the virus will heal itself?
And where we all go,
When it's too late?
And do not look back ...
You're not Jesus of Suburbia.
St. Jimmy - just a mirage,
Born to hate his father and mother love,
Who made - American Idiot.
Chorus...
She said that I can not stand this place:
I leave it behind.
She also said that I can not stand this city:
I leave you tonight
