21st Century Breakdown

Born into Nixon I was raised in hell.
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 was once lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.

I was made of posion and blood
Condemnation is what I understood

Videogames 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 was once lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline.

We are the [cries of] the class of '13 
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the [bad word] 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
worker of pride
My debt to status quo

The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is 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 through 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 Judgement Day

I praise liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Don't cross the line

Dream, American Dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn

Scream, America scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons?