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
Chorus:
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
I
was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
Homeland
Security could kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
Chorus
We
are the class of 13
Born in the year 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 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
Is all 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 judgment day
Praise liberty
The freedom to obey
is
the song that strangles me
Well 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
