Ooh ooh-ooh ooh-ooh
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
Twenty-first
century breakdown
I once was lost
but never was found
I think I'm losin'
what's left of my mind
To the twentieth
century deadline
I was made
of poison and blood
Condemnation is what
I understood
Video games
to the tower's fall
Homeland Security could
kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made it
as a working class hero
Twenty-first
century breakdown
I once was lost
but never was found
I think I'm losin'
what's left of my mind
To the twentieth
century deadline
We are the class of
the class of thirteen
Born in the era
of humility
We are the desperate
in the decline
Raised by the bastards
of nineteen sixty-nine
My name is no one
the long lost son
Born on the fourth 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 a means to an end
It's all that I have
to show
Hey hey hey
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
I praise liberty
The freedom to obey
Is the song
that strangles me
Well don't cross
the line
Oh dream America dream
I can't even sleep
from the light's early dawn
Oh scream America scream
Believe what you see
from heroes and cons