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Translate the highlighted words as you listen to the song
Born
into
Nixon
I
was raised
in
hell
A
welfare child
where
the
teamsters
dwelled
The
last one
born
and
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
Twenty first century
breakdown
I
once
was 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
poison
and
blood
Condemnation
is
what
I
understood
Video games
to
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
once
was 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
1969
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
a
means to an end
It's
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 through 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
Dream
America
dream
I
can't even
sleep
From
the
light's
early dawn
Scream
America
scream
Believe
what
you
see
From
heroes
and
cons