Lyrics

Born and raised in broken doubt Generation raised by liars Fact or fiction, right or wrong Tangled up in every wire They said it can't get better than this All our questions why were dismissed Misbehaving children should not resist So rise above your father's pride Don't let him pick your side Don't let his failure widen this divide Through the screen, the children start to see How much better it could be Just cogs in their machine In the Land of Broken Dreams Born and raised to waste our lives Working for a rich old man Kept dumb and sick and filled with fright No one really gives a damn Water rising with every day Build these bridges before it's too late Used to drowning, content to accept our fate So rise above your father's pride Don't let him pick your side Don't let his failure widen this divide Through the screen, the children start to see How much better it could be Just cogs in their machine In the Land of Broken Dreams
Writer(s): Billie Joe Armstrong, Michael Ryan Pritchard, Frank E Iii Wright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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