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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 first one to run
My town was blind refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I I am what's 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
security could kill 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 what's left 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 bastards of 1969...
My is no one
The son
on the 4th of July
in an era of heroes and cons
me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the 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 broken my fingers
And through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of 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 that 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 and cons
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I I am what's 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
security could kill 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 what's left 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 bastards of 1969...
My is no one
The son
on the 4th of July
in an era of heroes and cons
me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the 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 broken my fingers
And through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of 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 that 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 and cons
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