21st Century Breakdown

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 the 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. 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. 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 cries of the class of 13 born in the era of humility we are the desperate in the decline raised by the bastards of 1969!!! My name is no one, your long lost son Born on the 4th of July raising the bygones of heroes and cons 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 are a means to an end. it's 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 thr edge and I've thrown the bouquet Of flowers lept over the grave I sat in the waiting room Wasting my time And waiting for judgement day I praise, Liberty The freedom to obey It's a song that strangles me Well, don't cross the line Oh dream, America dream. I can't leave and see from rainstorms 'til dawn. Oh Scream, America scream. Believe what you read from heroes and cons.