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Born into nixon I was in hell
A welfare 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 made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am what's of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I 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 class of 13
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
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I 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 through my teeth
The pillar 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 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, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
heroes and cons
A welfare 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 made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am what's of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I 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 class of 13
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
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I 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 through my teeth
The pillar 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 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, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
heroes and cons
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