Caquita

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 wasblind by refinery sun.

My generation is zero.
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I oncewas 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 andblood.
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.
Ithink 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 ofhumility
we are the desperate in the decline
raised by the bastards of 1969!!!

My name is no one, your long lost sonBorn 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 headthat 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...