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nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last 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 was lost but never was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security 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 century deadline...
We are the class of, the of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
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 left me for or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers left 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
what you see
and cons
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last 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 was lost but never was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security 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 century deadline...
We are the class of, the of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
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 left me for or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers left 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
what you see
and cons
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