21st Century Breakdown

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

I've 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?!