Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell.
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled.
The last one born, the first one to run.
My dad was blind from the refinery sun.
My generation 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'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.
I was made of poison and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood.
video games to the tower's tall.
Homeland security could kill us all.
My generation 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'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.
We are the classs of,the class of 13
Born in the era of humility.
We are the desperate in the decline.
Raised by the bastards of 1969.
My name is no one
the long lost son.
Born on the 4th of July.
Raising the 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 that all that I have to show.
i swallowed 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 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
praise liberty
The 'freedom to obey'
Is the song that strangles me
Well don't cross the line
Oh dream, American 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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