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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My was blind from sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
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 and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could 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 losing what's 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 lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A 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 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 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 song strangles 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 the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My was blind from sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
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 and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could 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 losing what's 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 lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A 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 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 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 song strangles 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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