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into nixon I was raised in hell
A child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never 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 kill us all
My 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 left of my mind
To the 20th 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 name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
in an era of heroes and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars 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 my fingers
And my teeth
The pillar of control
I've 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 for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the 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 child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never 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 kill us all
My 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 left of my mind
To the 20th 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 name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
in an era of heroes and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars 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 my fingers
And my teeth
The pillar of control
I've 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 for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the 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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