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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never it as a working class hero
21st breakdown
I 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
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My is zero
I made it as a 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 century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
by the bastards of 1969...
My name is no one
The 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 to the quo
The scars 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 given my heart and my soul
I've my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The of damage control
I've to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers left the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles 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 you see
From heroes and cons
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never it as a working class hero
21st breakdown
I 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
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My is zero
I made it as a 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 century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
by the bastards of 1969...
My name is no one
The 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 to the quo
The scars 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 given my heart and my soul
I've my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The of damage control
I've to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers left the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles 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 you see
From heroes and cons
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