Chords
[Intro]
C#5 G#5 C#5 G#5 C#5 G#5 C#5 G#5
C#5 G#5 C#5 G#5 C#5 G#5 C#5 G#5
[Pre-Verse]
C#5 Ab5 F#5 C#5
Ab5 F#5
[Verse 1]
C#5 Born in to Nixon I was Ab5raised in hell, F#5
C#5 a welfare child where the Ab5teamsters dwelled. F#5
C#5 Last one born and the Ab5first one to F#5run,
C#5 my town was blind from reAb5finery F#5sun.
A#5 My generation is zeF#5ro,
I never made it as a F#5working class heAb5ro.
[Chorus]
C#5Twenty first Ab5century F#5breakdown,
I C#5once was lost but Ab5never was F#5found,
I C#5think I'm losing Ab5what's left of F#5my mind
to the C#5twentieth Ab5century F#5dead line.
[Pre-Verse]
C#5 Ab5 F#5 C#5 Ab5 F#5
[Verse 2]
C#5 I was made of Ab5poison and F#5blood,
C#5 condemnation is Ab5what I unF#5derstood,
C#5 video games to the Ab5towers F#5fall,
C#5 home land security could Ab5kill us F#5all.
A#5 My generation is zeF#5ro,
I never made it as a F#5working class heAb5ro.
[Chorus]
C#5Twenty first Ab5century F#5breakdown,
I C#5once was lost but Ab5never was F#5found,
I C#5think I'm losing Ab5what's left of F#5my mind
to the C#5twentieth Ab5century F#5dead line. Ab5 Ab5
[Verse 3]
Ab5We are the class of the class of thirteen, C#5
Ab5born in the era of humility, C#5
Ab5we are the desperate in the decline, C#5
Ab5raised by the bastards of nineteen sixC#5ty Ab5nine. C#5
[Bridge]
Ab5 C#5 Ab5 C#5
Ab5 C#5
[Verse 4]
C#5My name is no one the F#5long Ab5lost C#5son,
born on the fourth of JuF#5ly, Ab5 C#5
raised in the era of F#5heroesAb5 and C#5cons
that left me for dead or aF#5live. Ab5 C#5
I am a nation F#5a worAb5ker C#5of pride,
my debt to the staF#5tus quo, Ab5 C#5
the scars on my hands and F#5the meansAb5 to C#5an end,
it's all that I have F#5to show. Ab5 C#5
[Bridge]
Ab5 C#5 Ab5 C#5
Ab5 C#5 Ab5
[Verse 5]
C#5 I C#5swallowed my pride and I F#5choked onAb5 my C#5faith,
I've given my heart and my F#5soul. Ab5 C#5
I've broken my fingers and F#5lied throughAb5 my C#5teeth,
the pillar of damage conF#5trol, Ab5 C#5
I've been to the edge and I've F#5thrown theAb5 bouC#5quet,
of flowers left o'er from the F#5grave, Ab5 C#5
I sat in the waiting room F#5wastingAb5 my C#5time
and waiting for Judgement day. Ab5
I F#5praise liAb5bertC#5y,
the F#5freedom to Ab5o__bC#5ey
is the F#5song that stranAb5gles C#5me,
well F#5don't cross the Ab5line.
F#5 Ab5 F#5 Ab5 F#5 Ab5
[Outro]
Ab5 C#5 Ab5 C#5
C#5 A#5 Ab5 F#5 A5
C#5 Oh C#5dream, AmericaA#5dream,
I Ab5can't even F#5sleep from the A5light's early C#5dawn.
Oh C#5scream, AmericaA#5scream,
beAb5lieve what you F#5see, from A5heroes and cons.