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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a hero
21st century 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 of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but was found
I I am losing 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 and cons
That left 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 on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of 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 that strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A welfare child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a hero
21st century 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 of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but was found
I I am losing 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 and cons
That left 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 on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of 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 that strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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