a casa mia ci si fa di fantasia. lori. stefanino

21st century breakdown 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 dad/town was blind by 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. I was made of poison and blood. Condemnation is what I understood From Mexico to the Berlin Wall 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 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, your long lost son Born on the 4th of July raising the bygones of heroes and cons left me for dead or alive There is the war that's inside my head that questions the results and lies While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead When enough ain't enough to survive. I am an agent, a worker, a pawn my debt to the status quo the scars on my hands are a means to an end it's all that I have to show I'm taking a loan on my sanity for the redemption of my soul well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall Praise, Liberty the freedom to obey it's a song that strangles me well, don't cross the line Oh, dream American dream I can't even sleep/see from brainstorms/rainstorms til dawn Oh, bleed America bleed believe what you read from heroes and cons.

a casa mia ci si fa di fantasia. lori. stefanino

21st century breakdown 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 dad/town was blind by 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. I was made of poison and blood. Condemnation is what I understood From Mexico to the Berlin Wall 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 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, your long lost son Born on the 4th of July raising the bygones of heroes and cons left me for dead or alive There is the war that's inside my head that questions the results and lies While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead When enough ain't enough to survive. I am an agent, a worker, a pawn my debt to the status quo the scars on my hands are a means to an end it's all that I have to show I'm taking a loan on my sanity for the redemption of my soul well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall Praise, Liberty the freedom to obey it's a song that strangles me well, don't cross the line Oh, dream American dream I can't even sleep/see from brainstorms/rainstorms til dawn Oh, bleed America bleed believe what you read from heroes and cons.

a casa mia ci si fa di fantasia. lori. stefanino

21st century breakdown 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 dad/town was blind by 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. I was made of poison and blood. Condemnation is what I understood From Mexico to the Berlin Wall 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 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, your long lost son Born on the 4th of July raising the bygones of heroes and cons left me for dead or alive There is the war that's inside my head that questions the results and lies While breaking my back til I'm damn near well dead When enough ain't enough to survive. I am an agent, a worker, a pawn my debt to the status quo the scars on my hands are a means to an end it's all that I have to show I'm taking a loan on my sanity for the redemption of my soul well I am exempt from this tragedy and the 21st century fall Praise, Liberty the freedom to obey it's a song that strangles me well, don't cross the line Oh, dream American dream I can't even sleep/see from brainstorms/rainstorms til dawn Oh, bleed America bleed believe what you read from heroes and cons.