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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 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

Combination is what I understood

From Mexico to the Berlin Wall

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

Part 2: A chord


We are the cries of the class of '13

Born in the year of humility

We are the desperate in the decline

Raised by the bastards of 1969


My name is 'No one' your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July

Raised in the barnyards of heroes and cons
Left me for dead or alive

There is a war that's inside my head
That questions the results and lies

I'm breaking my back till I'm better off dead
We are not payed enough to survive
 
I am an engine, a worker, a pawn
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'm taking a loan on my sa ni ty
For the redemption of my soul

WelI am exempt from this tra ge dy
And the 21st century fall
G A D G A D
I praise liber ty, the freedom to o bey
G A D
It's a song that strangles me
G D A
Well don't cross the line

G, D, A (repeat x3)

D
Oh, dream, American dream
A G
I can't even sleep
Bb D
From rainstorms till dawn
D C# B
Oh, bleed, America bleed
A G
Believe what you read
Bb
From heroes and cons