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Born I was raised in hell
A child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never it as a hero
21st breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the 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 on the 4th of July
in an era of and cons
left me for or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
...
I swalloed 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 been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers 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 strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe you see
and cons
A child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never it as a hero
21st breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the 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 on the 4th of July
in an era of and cons
left me for or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
...
I swalloed 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 been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers 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 strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe you see
and cons
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