Bastards Of Young - The Replacements

God what a mess

On the ladder of success

Where you take one 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

There ain't no 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

Unwillingness

To claim us

Ya got no word

To name us

The ones who love us best

Are the ones we'll lay to rest

And visit their graves

On holidays at best

The ones who love us least

Are the ones we'll die to please

If it's any consolation

I don't begin to understand them

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

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

Take it it's yours