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nixon I was in hell
A welfare where the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My was blind sun
My generation is zero
I made it as a working 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 century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working 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 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
by the bastards of 1969...
My is no one
The long lost son
Born 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 scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my 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 the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A welfare where the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My was blind sun
My generation is zero
I made it as a working 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 century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working 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 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
by the bastards of 1969...
My is no one
The long lost son
Born 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 scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've given my 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 the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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