Versuri Green Day - 21st Century Breakdown
Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell. A welfare child where the teamsters dwell. The last one born, the first one to run. My dad was blind from the 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 thirteen. Born in the era of humility. We are the desperate and in the decline. Raised by the bastards of 1969. My name is Samuel, the 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 a nation, 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 leave and see from rainstorms 'til dawn. Oh bleed, America bleed. Believe what you read from heroes and cons.