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 21st Century Breakdown I once was lost but never was found I think I am 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 of the towers 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 am losing What's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline
We are the class 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 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 ends Is all the 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
I praise liberty The "freedom to obey" Is the song that strangles me 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 consTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
