Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Born into Nixon, I was raised in hellA 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 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

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

I was made of poison and blood

Condemnation is what I understood

Video games through the towers′ 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 ′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, the long lost son

Born on the Fourth of July

Raised through the era of heroes and cons

That left me for dead or alive

I am a nation, a worker of pride (hey!)

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

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

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 (hey!)

Of flowers left over from the grave

I've sat in the waiting room wasting my time

And waiting for judgment 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 light's early dawn

Oh, scream, America, scream

Believe what you see

From heroes and cons