21st Century Breakdown
Released On
Billie Joe Armstrong
Billie Joe Armstrong, Mike Dirnt, Tré Cool
Studio 880
Ocean Way Recording
Costa Mesa Studios
Jet Studios
Ocean Way Recording
Costa Mesa Studios
Jet Studios
Butch Vig, Green Day
152
2009-04-07
2010-10-29
Staple (80-100%)
Regular (50-79%)
Sporadic (20-49%)
Rare (1-19%)
Inactive (0%)
Performance Probability
0%
Odds of being played at the next showDoubtful
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Song Notes
That goes from a song about where I come from to what it's like to be in this era, financially. It represents an underdog spirit. The opening lyric "Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell" is my birth year [1972]. It’s about growing up in a working-class family and what that represents in a financial crisis where everyone feels paralyzed.
Billie Joe Armstrong (Q Magazine)
That goes from a song about where I come from to what it's like to be in this era, financially. It represents an underdog spirit. The opening lyric "Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell" is my birth year [1972]. It’s about growing up in a working-class family and what that represents in a financial crisis where everyone feels paralyzed.
Billie Joe Armstrong (Q Magazine)
Lyrics
[Part I]
(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 tower's 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
[Part II]
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 4th 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 the grave
I sat in the waiting room wasting my time
And waiting for judgement day
I praise liberty
The freedom to obey
It's the song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
[Part III]
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



