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into nixon I was raised in hell
A child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My town was blind sun
My is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the deadline...
I was of and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 is no one
The long lost son
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt 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 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 left the grave
I sat in the waiting room
my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
what you see
From heroes and cons
A child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My town was blind sun
My is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the deadline...
I was of and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was but was found
I think I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 is no one
The long lost son
on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt 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 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 left the grave
I sat in the waiting room
my time
And waiting for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
what you see
From heroes and cons
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