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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Green Day
Green Day
Performer
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Guitar
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Background Vocals
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Drums
Jason Freese
Jason Freese
Piano
Patrick Warren
Patrick Warren
String Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Songwriter
Frank Edwin Wright III
Frank Edwin Wright III
Composer
Michael Pritchard
Michael Pritchard
Composer
Tom Kitt
Tom Kitt
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Green Day
Green Day
Producer
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong
Producer
Mike Dirnt
Mike Dirnt
Producer
Tré Cool
Tré Cool
Producer
Andrew Schubert
Andrew Schubert
Additional Engineer
Brad Kobylczak
Brad Kobylczak
Additional Engineer
Brad Townsend
Brad Townsend
Additional Engineer
Joe McGrath
Joe McGrath
Additional Engineer
Keith Armstrong
Keith Armstrong
Assistant Engineer
Nik Karpen
Nik Karpen
Assistant Engineer
Wesley Seidman
Wesley Seidman
Assistant Engineer
Chris Dugan
Chris Dugan
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mixing Engineer
Butch Vig
Butch Vig
Producer

Lyrics

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh 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 21st century breakdown I once was lost, but never was found I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh I was made of poison and blood Condemnation is what I understood Video games through the towers' fall 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 I think I'm losing what's left of my mind To the 20th century deadline We are the class of, the class of '13 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 through the era of heroes and cons That left me for dead or alive I am a nation, a worker of pride (hey!) 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 Hey! Hey! Hey! 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 (hey!) Of flowers left over from the grave I've sat in the waiting room wasting my time And waiting for judgment 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 the light's early dawn Oh, scream, America, scream Believe what you see From heroes and cons
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Frank Edwin Wright Iii, Mike Ryan Pritchard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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