Born into Nixon I was raised in hell.

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.

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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.

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We are the cries of the class of thirteen.
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, a 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?