21st Century Breakdown
Born into Nixon I was raised in hellA welfare childWhere the teamsters dwelledThe last one bornThe first one to runMy town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zeroI never made itAs a working class hero
21st century breakdownI once was lost but never was foundI think I am losingWhat's left of my mindTo the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and bloodCondemnation is what I understoodVideogames of the tower's fallHomeland securityCould kill us all
My generation is zeroI never made itAs a working class hero
21st century breakdownI once was lost but never was foundI think I am losingWhat's left of my mindTo the 20th century deadline
We are the class of '13Born in the era of humilityWe are the desperate in the declineRaised by the bastards of 1969
My name is no oneThe long lost sonBorn on the 4th of JulyRaised in the era of heroes and consThat left me for dead or alive
I am a nationA worker of prideMy debt to the status quo
The scars on my handsAnd the means to an endIs all that I have to show
I swallowed my prideAnd I choked on my faithI've given my heart and my soulI've broken my fingersAnd lied through my teethThe pillar of damage control
I've been to the edgeAnd I've thrown the bouquetOf flowers left over from the graveI sat in the waiting roomWasting my timeAnd waiting for Judgment Day
I praise libertyThe "freedom to obey"Is the song that strangles meDon't cross the line
Dream, America dreamI can't even sleepFrom the light's early dawn
Scream, America screamBelieve what you seeFrom heroes and cons