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....
I was made of
poison and blood
Condemnation is
what I understood
Video games of
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 b*****ds
of 1969
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 end
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
judgement day...
Praise Liberty
The freedom to obey
It's the song
that strangles me
Well don't
cross the line
Oh dream
America dream
I can't even sleep
From the lights
early dawn
Oh scream
America scream
Believe what you see
from heroes and cons