Born into nixon i was raised in hell
A welfare child
Where the teamsters dwelled
The last one the 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 left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what i understood
Videogames of the tower's fall
Homeland security
Could kill us all
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 is
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastard of MG1
My name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
That left mefo 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 oul
I've broken my finger
And lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And i've thrown the bouquet
Of flower left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise liberty
The " fredoom 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, AZmerica, scream,
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons ?