Karaoké 21st Century Breakdown Green Day

Born into Nixion

I was raised in hell

A welfare child where the Teamsters dwelled

The last one born and the last one to run

My town was blinded form refinery sun

My Generation is zero

I never made it as a working class hero

Twenty-first century breakdown

I was once lost but never was found

I think I'm losing what's left of my mind

To the twentieth century deadline

I was made of posion and blood

Condemnation is what I understood

Videogames of the tower's fall

Homeland security could kill us all

My Generation is zero

I never made it as a working class hero

Twenty-first century breakdown

I was once lost but never was found

I think I'm losing what's left of my mind

To the twentieth century deadline

We are the class of the class of thirteen born in the era of humility

We are the desperate in the decline

Raised by the bastards of nineteen sixty-nine

My name is no one the long lost son born on the fourth of July

Raised in 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 the means to an end is all that I have to show

I swallowed my pride and I chocked on my Faith

I've given my heat and my soul

I've broken my fingers and lied though my teeth the pillar of damage control

I've been to the edge and I've 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

Is the song that strangles me well don't cross the line

Oh Dream, America Dream

I can't even sleep from light's early dawn

Oh Scream, America scream believe what you see from heroes and cons