Born in Nixon, I was raised in hell
A child of well-being where the Teamsters lived
The last born, the first to run,
My city was blind by the Dominican refinery
My generation is equal to zero
I've never done like a working-class hero
21st century breakdown
Once it was lost, but never found
I think I'm missing what's left of my mind
For the 20th century term
They made me poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
video games tower fall wall
The security of the country, could kill all of us
My generation is equal to zero
I've never done like a working-class hero
21st century breakdown
Once it was lost, but never found
I think I'm missing what's left of my mind
For the 20th century term
We are the cries of the class, of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate one in the descent
Raised by the 1969 bastards
My name is nobody, your son long lost
Born on July 4
Posed in the barnyards of the heroes and the cons
He left me for dead or alive
I am a nation
a proud worker
my debt to the status quo
the scars on my hands
and the means to an end
It's all I have to show
I swallowed my pride
a lump in my throat and in my faith
I have given my heart and my soul
I have broken my fingers
and lied through my teeth
the pillar of damage control
I have been on the edge
and I've thrown the bouquet
left of flowers on the grave
I sat in the waiting room
wasting time
swearly waiting for days
I praise Freedom
The freedom to obey
It's a song that drowns me
Well, do not cross the line
Oh, dream, America, dream
I can not even see
Storm 'til dawn
Oh scream, America, Oh America scream
Believe what you see
Of heroes and cons
Only among all we can make this a better place :)