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.
