text: 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 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
  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 Im losing whats 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 4th 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 
  My debt to the status quo
  The scars on my hands and a means to an end
  Its all that I have to show
  Hey!
  Hey!
  Hey!
  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 the grave
  I sat in the waiting room wasting my time
  And waiting for judgement day
  I praise liberty
  The freedom to obey
  Its the song that strangles me
  Well, dont cross the line...
  Oh, dream, America, dream
  I cant even sleep from the lights early dawn
  Oh, scream, America, scream
  Believe what you see from heroes and cons...