born into Nixon, i was raised in hell
a welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
the last one born and the first one to run
my town was blind from the 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
video games 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 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 class of...the class of thirteen
born in the era of humility
we are the desperate and in the decline
raised by the *s 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 the status quo
the scars on my hands and a means to an end
it's 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 though 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
wastin' my time
and waitin' for judgment day

i praise liberty
the freedom to obey
is the song that strangles me
well don't cross the line

oooh dream, America dream
i can't even sleep
from the light's early dawn

oooh scream, America scream
believe what u see
from heroes and cons?!