Bastards Of Young

<br> <br> God what a mess, on the ladder of success<br> Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung<br> Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled<br> It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten<br> <br> We are the sons of no one, bastards of young<br> We are the sons of no one, bastards of young<br> The daughters and the sons<br> <br> Clean your baby room, trash that baby boom<br> Elvis in the ground, waitin' on a beer tonight<br> Income tax deduction, one hell of a function<br> It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten<br> <br> We are the sons of no one, bastards of young<br> We are the sons of no one, bastards of young<br> The daughters and the sons<br> <br> Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word/war to name us<br> <br> The ones love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest<br> And visit their graves on holidays at best<br> The ones love us least are the ones we'll die to please<br> If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them<br> <br> We are the sons of no one, bastards of young<br> We are the sons of no one, bastards of young<br> The daughters and the sons<br> <br> Take it, it's yours <br>