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♪ 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 ♪
♪ 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'm losing what's left of my mind ♪
♪ To the 20th century deadline ♪
♪ (Oohh) ♪
♪ I was made of poison and blood ♪
♪ Condemnation is what I understood ♪
♪ Video games of the Towers’ fall ♪
♪ Homeland security could kill us all ♪
♪ 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'm losing what's left of my mind ♪
♪ To the 20th century deadline ♪
♪ We are the class 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 fourth 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 (pride) ♪
♪ My debt to the status quo ♪
♪ The scars on my hands and the means to an end ♪
♪ It's all that I have to show ♪
♪ (hey, hey, hey) ♪
♪ I swallowed my pride and I choked 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 (hey) ♪
♪ Of flowers left over the grave ♪
♪ I sat in the waiting room, wasting my time ♪
♪ And waiting for judgement day ♪
♪ Praise liberty ♪
♪ The freedom to obey ♪
♪ It's the song that strangles me ♪
♪ Well, don't cross the line ♪
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♪ Oh, dream, America, dream ♪
♪ I can't even sleep ♪
♪ From the light's early dawn ♪
♪ Oh, scream, America, scream ♪
♪ Believe what you see ♪
♪ From heroes and cons ♪