Born in Nixon, I was raised in hell
The well-being of childhood, where the Syndicate lived
of Truckers
The last born, the first to run,
My city was blind because of the refinery sun
My generation is equal to zero
He never made me like a hero of the working class
21st century breakdown
Once it was lost, but it was never found
I think I'm missing what's left of my mind
For the 20th century deadline
They made me poison and blood
The sentence is what I understood
From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
National security could kill us all
My generation is equal to zero
He never made me like a hero of the working class
21st century breakdown
Once it was lost, but it was never found
I think I'm missing what's left of my mind
For the 20th century the term
We are the cry of the 13th class
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 lost a long time ago
Born on July 4
Raised in the corrals of heroes and cons
He left me 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
Is it all I have to show?
Hey! Hey! Hey!
I swallowed my pride
And I drowned in my name
I have given my heart, my final soul
I have broken my fingers
And I lie through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I have been on the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet
Of leftover flowers from the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting time
And waiting for the day of the trial
I praise freedom
The 'freedom to obey'
Is the song that strangles me?
Well, do not cross the line.
Oh, dream, America, dream
I can not even sleep
From the dawn of light
Oh, scream, America, scream
Create what you see
Of heroes and cons.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)