Born into Nixon I was raised in hell.
A welfare child where the Teamsters dwelled.
The last one born and the first one to run.
My town was blind from refinery sun.

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My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero.
21st Century Breakdown.
I was once lost, but never was found.
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.

I was made of posion and blood.
Condemnation is what I understood.
Videogames of the tower's fall.
Homeland security could kill us all.

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We are the cries of the class of thirteen.
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 lost son
Born on the 4th of July.
Raised in the era of heroes and cons,
That left me for dead or alive.

I am a nation, a worker of pride.
My debt to status quo.
The scars on my hands and the means to an end
Is all that I have to show.

I swallowed my pride and I chocked 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 waiting for Judgement Day.

I praise liberty.
The "Freedom to Obey".
Is the song that strangles me.
Don't cross the line...

Dream, American Dream.
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn.

Scream, America scream.
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons?