Songtexte Letterbomb - Live at Irving Plaza, New York, NY, 9/21/04 - Green Day

This is our next song
This next song's called "Letterbomb"
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
Collectin' unemployment checks
A flunky's only along for the ride
Where have all the bastards gone
As the city's motto get pulverized?
"What's in love is now in debt"
On your birth certificate
So strike the fuckin' match to light this fuse, 'use

The town bishop's an extortionist
And he don't even know that you exist
Stand still when it's do or die
You better run for your fuckin' life

It's not over 'til you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's burnin', it's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late
There is nothin' 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?
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

It's not over 'til you're underground
It's not over before it's too late
This city's burnin', it's not my burden
It's not over before it's too late

Well, she said, "I can't take this place
I'm leavin' it behind"
Well, she said, "I can't take this town
I'm leavin' you tonight"

Thanks a lot
That's Mr. Tré Cool on drums right there
This is Mr. Mike Dirnt on the bass guitar