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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a class hero
century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 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 of 1969...
My is no one
The long lost son
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 of pride
My to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers the grave
I sat in the waiting room
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
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a class hero
century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's of my mind
To the 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 of 1969...
My is no one
The long lost son
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 of pride
My to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers the grave
I sat in the waiting room
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
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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