Bastards Of Young Lyrics - Singles - The Gc5

[Originally by 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'll 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...take it, it's yours...