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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A 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 breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th deadline...
I was made of and blood
is I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My is zero
I made it as a working 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 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the 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 son
Born on the 4th of July
in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The 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 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 for 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 sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
Believe what you see
From and cons
A 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 breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th deadline...
I was made of and blood
is I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My is zero
I made it as a working 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 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the 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 son
Born on the 4th of July
in an era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The 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 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 for 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 sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
Believe what you see
From and cons
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