Bastards Of Young

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Take a first step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' 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 womb, trash that baby boom Elvis in the ground, waitin' on beer tonight Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' 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 You got no word to name us One's who love us best are the one's we'll lay to rest Visit their graves on holidays at best One's who love us least, are the one's we'll die to please If its 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 Young, young, young