Letterbomb (Live at Irving Plaza, New York, NY, 9/21/04)

Lyrics

[Intro: Billie Joe Armstrong & Kathleen Hanna] 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 [Verse: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 [Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 [Bridge: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 [Pre-Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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 [Outro: Billie Joe Armstrong] 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" [Spoken: Billie Joe Armstrong] Thanks a lot That's Mr. Tré Cool on drums right there This is Mr. Mike Dirnt on the bass guitar