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21st century breakdown (Green day)
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 the 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 Video games 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 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 thirteen Born in the era of humility We are the desperate and 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 the status quo The scars on my hands and a means to an end It's all that I have to show
I swallowed my pride and I chocked on my Faith I've given my heart and my soul Ive broken my fingers And lied though 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 judgment day
praise liberty the freedom to obey Is the song that strangles me Well don't cross the line
oooh dream, America dream I can't even sleep From the light's early dawn
oooh scream, America scream Believe what you see From heroes and cons?!
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 the 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 Video games 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 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 thirteen Born in the era of humility We are the desperate and 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 the status quo The scars on my hands and a means to an end It's all that I have to show
I swallowed my pride and I chocked on my Faith I've given my heart and my soul Ive broken my fingers And lied though 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 judgment day
praise liberty the freedom to obey Is the song that strangles me Well don't cross the line
oooh dream, America dream I can't even sleep From the light's early dawn
oooh scream, America scream Believe what you see From heroes and cons?!
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