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Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
A welfare child
Where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born
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 am losing
What's left of my mind
To the 21st century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood

Videogames of the towers fall
Homeland security
Could kill us all

We are the class of '13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1964

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 the status quo

The scars on my hands
And the means to an ends
Is all the that I have to show

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
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, America dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn

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

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