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Voila enfin le 3éme single de l'album 21St Century Breakdown.
Born into Nixon Iwas raised in hell
A welfare child
Where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born
The one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I'm losing
What's left to my mind
To the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games to the tower's fall
Homeland security
Could kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I'm losing
What's left to my mind
To the 20th century deadline
We are the class of'13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards to 1969
My name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Riased 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 the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
I shallowed my pride
And I chocked 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 throw the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to obey"
Is a song that's strangles me
Don't cross the line
Dream, America dream,
I can"t even sleep
From the light's early dawn
Sream, America sream
Believe what you see
From Heroes and Cons.
Born into Nixon Iwas raised in hell
A welfare child
Where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born
The one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I'm losing
What's left to my mind
To the 20th century deadline
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games to the tower's fall
Homeland security
Could kill us all
My generation is zero
I never made as a working class hero
21st Century Breakdown
I once was but never was found
I think I'm losing
What's left to my mind
To the 20th century deadline
We are the class of'13
Born in the era of humility
We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards to 1969
My name is no one
The long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Riased 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 the means to an end
Is all that I have to show
I shallowed my pride
And I chocked 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 throw the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise liberty
The "Freedom to obey"
Is a song that's strangles me
Don't cross the line
Dream, America dream,
I can"t even sleep
From the light's early dawn
Sream, America sream
Believe what you see
From Heroes and Cons.
