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Born into I was raised in hell
A child the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My was blind refinery sun
My 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 losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton 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...
We are the class of, the class of 13
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
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left 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 to an end
Is all that I have to show
...
I swalloed 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 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 song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A child the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My was blind refinery sun
My 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 losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of and blood
is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton 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...
We are the class of, the class of 13
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
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left 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 to an end
Is all that I have to show
...
I swalloed 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 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 song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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