Bastards of Young

god, what a mess

on the ladder of success

take one step and miss the whole first rung

dreams unfulfilled

graduate unskilled

it beats pickin' cotton and waiting to be forgotten

we are the sons of no one

bastards of young

we are the sons of no one

bastards of young

the daughters and the sons

clean your baby room

trash that baby boom

elvis in the ground

no way no beer tonight

income tax deduction

what a hell of a function

it beats pickin' cotton and waiting to be forgotten

we are the sons of no one

bastards of young

we are the sons of no one

bastards of young

the daughters and the sons

willingness to claim us

got no wars to name us

the ones that love us best

are the ones we lay to rest

visit their graves on holidays at best

the ones that love us least

are the ones we'll die to please

if that's any consolation i don't begin to understand

we are the sons of no one

bastards of young

we are the sons of no one

bastards of young

the daughters and the sons

take it it's yours

take it it's yours

take it it's yours

take it it's yours

take it it's yours

take it it's yours

take it it's yours

take it it's yours