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'm losing
What's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Combination is what I understood
Videogames of the tower's fall
Homeland secrity 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'm losing
What's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
We are the cries of 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 in 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 watching room wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise liberty, the "freedom to obey"
It's a song that strangles me
Well don't cross the line
Dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
Scream, America scream
Believe what you read
From heroes and cons...
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