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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 from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a class hero
21st breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security kill us all
My is zero
I never it as a working class 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...
We are the class of, the 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
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of and cons
That left me for or alive
I am a nation
A worker 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 my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown 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 that strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
heroes and cons
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a class hero
21st breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security kill us all
My is zero
I never it as a working class 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...
We are the class of, the 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
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of and cons
That left me for or alive
I am a nation
A worker 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 my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown 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 that strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
heroes and cons
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