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Born nixon I was 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 is zero
I made it as a working class hero
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...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
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 but was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
Raised by the of 1969...
My is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of and cons
left me for dead 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 swalloed my pride
And I choked 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 to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song 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 you see
From 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 is zero
I made it as a working class hero
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...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
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 but was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
Raised by the of 1969...
My is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of and cons
left me for dead 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 swalloed my pride
And I choked 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 to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song 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 you see
From and cons
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