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Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th Century Deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland Security could kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th Century Deadline
We are the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the Bastards of 1969
My name is no one
The long lost son
Born of the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
I swallowed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise Liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Don't cross the line
Dream, America dream,
I can't even sleep
From the lights early dawn
Scream, America scream
Believe what you see from heroes and cons?
Those Still are not the correct lyrics These are the right lyrics Get it Right
Born into Nixon I was raised in hell A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled The last one born, the first one to run My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing what's left of my mind To the 20th Century Deadline
I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood Videogames to the tower's fall Homeland Security could kill us all
My generation is zero I never made it as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am losing what's left of my mind To the 20th Century Deadline
We are the class of 13 Born in the era of humility We are the desperate in the decline Raised by the Bastards of 1969
My name is no one The long lost son Born of the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation A worker of pride My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands And the means to an end Is all that I have to show
I swallowed my pride And I choked on my faith I've given my heart and my soul I've broken my fingers And lied through my teeth The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge And I've thrown the bouquet Of flowers left over the grave I sat in the waiting room Wasting my time And waiting for judgement day
I praise Liberty The "Freedom to Obey" Is the song that strangles me Don't cross the line
Dream, America dream, I can't even sleep From the lights early dawn Scream, America scream Believe what you see from heroes and cons?