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Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell |
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A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled |
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The last one born, the first one to run |
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My town was blind by refinery sun |
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My generation is zero |
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I never made it as a working class hero |
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21st century breakdown |
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I once was lost but never was found |
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I think I'm losing what's left of my mind |
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To the 20th century deadline |
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I was made of poison and blood |
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Condemnation is what I understood |
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Videogames to the tower's fall |
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Homeland security could kill us all |
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My generation is zero |
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I never made it as a working class hero |
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21st century breakdown |
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I once was lost but never was found |
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I think I'm losing what's left of my mind |
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To the 20th century deadline |
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We are the cries of the class of 13 |
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Born in the era of humility |
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We are the desperate in the decline |
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Raised by the bastards of 1969 |
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My name is no one |
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The long lost son |
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Born on the 4th of July |
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Raised in an era of heroes and cons |
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Left me for dead or alive |
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I am a nation |
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A worker of pride |
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My debt to the status quo |
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The scars on my hands are a means to an end |
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It's all that I have to show |
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I swallowed my pride |
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And I choked on my faith |
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I've given my heart and my soul |
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I've broken my fingers |
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And lied through my teeth |
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The pillar of damage control |
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I've been to the edge |
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And I've thrown the bouquet |
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Of flowers left over the grave |
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I sat in the waiting room |
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Wasting my time |
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And waiting for judgement day |
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I praise liberty |
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The freedom to obey |
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It's a song that strangles me |
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Well don't cross the line |
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Oh dream American dream |
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I can't even sleep |
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From the lights early dawn |
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Oh Scream America scream |
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Believe what you see |
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From heroes and cons |
