Answer:
Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born the first one to run
My town was blind from the refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st Century Break Down
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th Century deadline
I was made of poison of blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video game of the towers fall
Homeland security could kill us all
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''
the long lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me got dead or alive
I am a nation a worker of pride
My dept to the status quo
The scars on my hands and a means to an end
Is that i have to show
I swallowed my pride
and choked on my faith
Ive given my heart and soul
I've broken my fingers
and lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
Ive been to edge and
Ive thrown bouquet
of flowers lept over the grave
I sat in the waiting
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
Oooh Dream,America Dream
I cant even sleep
From lights early dawn
Oooh Scream,America Scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and Cons