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, therell aint 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 (war? ) to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones well lay to rest
And visit their graves on holidays at best
The ones who love us least are the ones well die to please
If its any consolation, I dont 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, its yours...

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