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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 town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the 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
in an era of and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A 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 on my faith
I've my and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of 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 that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
Believe what you see
From and cons
A welfare where the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the 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
in an era of and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A 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 on my faith
I've my and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of 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 that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
Believe what you see
From and cons
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