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into nixon I was raised in hell
A where the dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from sun
My generation is zero
I never it as a working class hero
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 of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 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 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 my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of left 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 that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
A where the dwelled
The one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from sun
My generation is zero
I never it as a working class hero
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 of poison and blood
Condemnation is I understood
to the tower's fall
Homeland could kill us all
My generaton is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th 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 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 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 my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The pillar of control
I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of left 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 that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, America dream
I can't sleep
From the light's dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
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