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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind sun
My generation 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 what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never it as a working class hero
century breakdown
I was but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
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 heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I 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 through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
what you see
heroes and cons
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind sun
My generation 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 what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never it as a working class hero
century breakdown
I was but was found
I I am losing what's left of my mind
To the century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
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 heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I 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 through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, scream
what you see
heroes and cons
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