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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