Sing us a song of the century That’s louder than bombs And eternity The era of static and contraband That’s leading us to the promised land Tell us a story that’s by candlelight Waging a war and losing the fight They’re playing... 

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 was blind by refinery sun. My generation is zero. I never made it as a working class hero 21st century breakdown I...