21st century breakdown

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 was once 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 posion and blood
condemanation is what I understood

Videogames 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 was once lost but never was fround
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.

We are 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 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 chocked on my Faith
I've given my heat and my soul
I"ve broken my fingers
ANd lied though my teeth
The pillar of damage control

I've been to the edge
And i've thrown the bouqut
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
Belive what you see
From heroes and cons