21st Century Breakdown

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 by 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'm 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 to 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 once was lost but never was found

I think I'm losing what's left of my mind

to the 20th century deadline

We are the cries 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 an era of heroes and cons

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 are a means to an end

it's all 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

It's a song that strangles me

well don't cross the line

Oh dream American dream

I can't even sleep

From the lights early dawn

Oh Scream America scream

Believe what you see

From heroes and cons