21st Century Breakdown Green Day 

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 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
Videogames to the Tower's 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 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

Raised in a 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
are a means to an end.
Is all that I have to show.

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 trough my teeth
The Pillar of damage control

I've been to the edge
and I've trown 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 the song that strangles me
Don't cross the line

Oh, Dream, American Dream.
I can't even sleep.
From the lights early dawn
Oh, Screem, America, Screem
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons