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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare where the dwelled
The last one born, and 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
century breakdown
I was lost but was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security kill us all
My is zero
I made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the class 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 is no one
The long lost son
Born on 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 my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
my time
And for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A welfare where the dwelled
The last one born, and 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
century breakdown
I was lost but was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security kill us all
My is zero
I made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the class 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 is no one
The long lost son
Born on 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 my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
my time
And for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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