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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I it as a working class hero
21st breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 is zero
I made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 20th 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 of 1969...
My name is no one
The 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 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 my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
you see
From heroes and cons
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I it as a working class hero
21st breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 is zero
I made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 20th 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 of 1969...
My name is no one
The 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 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 my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
you see
From heroes and cons
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