text: Part I
  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 refinery sun
  My generation is zero
  I never made it as a working-class-lets go!
  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
  Wembley!
  I was made of poison and blood
  Condemnation is what I understood
  Video games to the towers fall
  Homeland security could kill us all
  My generation is zero
  I never made it as a working-class-lets go!
  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
  London!
  Part II
  Are you with me?
  Are you with me?
  This is what I need you to do
  This is what I need you to do
  When I say 1, 2, 3, 4
  I want everybody to go fucking crazy
  Are you ready?
  We are the class of, the class of 13
  Born in the era of humility
  We are the desperate in the decline
  Raised by the bastards, 1, 2, 3, 4!
  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 are a means to an end
  Its all that I have to-jump, jump, jump!
  I swallowed my pride and I choked on my faith
  Ive given my heart and my soul
  Ive broken my fingers and lied through my teeth
  The pillar of damage control
  Ive been to the edge and Ive thrown the bouquet
  Of flowers left over from the grave
  I sat in the waiting room wasting my time
  And waiting for Judgment Day
  I praise liberty
  The freedom to obey
  Its the song that strangles me
  Well, dont cross the line
  Alright! Get those hands up in the air!
  Part III
  Oh dream, America, dream
  I cant even sleep from the lights early dawn
  England!
  Oh scream, America, scream
  Believe what you see from heroes and cons...