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Born I was in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the class 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
Raised 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 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 control
I've to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
what 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 blind refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the class 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
Raised 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 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 control
I've to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
what you see
From heroes and cons
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