text: Born into Nixon I was raised in hell
  A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
  The last one born but 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 Im losing whats left of my mind
  To the 20th century deadline
  I was made of poison and blood
  Condemnation is what I understood
  From Mexico to the Berlin Wall
  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 Im losing whats 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
  Born in the barnyard of heroes and cons
  They left me for dead or alive
  There is a war thats inside my head
  That questions the results and lies
  Im breaking my back till Im better off dead
  When enough aint enough to survive
  I am a nation, a worker, a pawn
  My debt to the status quo
  The scars on my hands are a means to an end
  Its all that I have to show
  Im taking a loan on my sanity
  For the redemption of my soul
  Well I am exempt from this tragedy
  And this 21st Century fall
  I praise liberty
  The freedom to obey
  Its a song that strangles me
  Well, dont cross the line!
  Oh, dream, America, dream
  I cant even sleep
  From rainstorms till dawn
  Oh, bleed, America, bleed
  Believe what you read
  From heroes and cons...