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
Young
Young
Young
Take it it's yours
Take it it's yours
Take it it's yours
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