Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born, the first one to run
My town was blinded by refinery sun

My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind to the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to 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 once was lost but never was found
I think I'm 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 bastards of 1969

My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of heroes and cons
Who left me for dead or alive

I am a nation
A worker of pride
My debt to the 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 choked 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
Well , don't cross the line

Oh Dream, America dream,
I can't even sleep
From the lights early dawn
Oh Scream, America scream
Believe what you see from heroes and cons?