| 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 and the first one to run
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| My town was blind from 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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| Video games of the towers 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 class 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, the long lost son
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| Born on the 4th of July
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| Raised in the era of heroes and cons
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| That left me for dead or alive
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| I am a nation, a worker of pride
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| My debt to the status quo
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| The scars on my hands and the means to an end
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| Is all that I have to show
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| I swallowed my pride 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 and lied through my teeth
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| The pillar of damage control
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| I’ve been to the edge 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 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 the song that strangles me
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| Well, don’t cross the line
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| Oh, dream, America, dream
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| I can’t even sleep
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| From the light’s 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 |