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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a class hero
21st century breakdown
I once 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 and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker 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 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 flowers left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that 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
heroes and cons
A welfare child where the dwelled
The last one born, and the one to run
My was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a class hero
21st century breakdown
I once 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 and blood
is what I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A worker 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 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 flowers left over the grave
I sat in the room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that 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
heroes and cons
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