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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind refinery 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 think I am losing what's of my mind
To the century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
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 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 is no one
The 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 worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A welfare child the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind refinery 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 think I am losing what's of my mind
To the century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
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 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 is no one
The 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 worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all that I to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I choked on my faith
I've my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, don't the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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