Born into Nixon, I was raised in hellnA welfare child where the teamsters dwellednThe last one born and the first one to run,nMy town was blind from refinery sunnnMy generation is zeronI never made it as a working class heron21st century breakdownnI once was lost but never was foundnI think I'm losing what's left of my mindnTo the 20th century deadlinennI was made of poison and bloodnCondemnation is what I understoodnVideo games of the Tower's fallnHomeland security could kill us allnnMy generation is zeronI never made it as a working class heron21st century breakdownnI once was lost but never was foundnI think I'm losing what's left of my mindnTo the 20th century deadlinennWe are the class of the class of thirteennBorn in the era of humilitynWe are the desperate in the declinenRaised by the bastards of 1969nnMy name is no one, your long lost sonnBorn on the fourth of JulynRaised in the era of heroes and consnThat left me for dead or alivennI am a nation, a worker of pridenMy debt to the status quonThe scars on my hands there a means to an endnIs all that I have to shownnI swallowed my pride and choked on my faithnI've given my heart and my soulnI've broken my fingers and I've lied through my teethnThe pillar of damage controlnnI've been to the edgenAnd I've thrown the bouquet of flowers left over the grave nI sat in the waiting room, wasting my time nAnd waiting for Judgment Day nnI praise libertynThe freedom to obeynIs the song that strangles menWell don't cross the linennOh, dream, America, dreamnI can't even sleepnFrom the light's early dawnnOh, scream, America, screamnBelieve what you seenFrom heroes and cons