Bastards of Young 歌詞
Bastards of Young - Katy Goodman
God what a mess
On the ladder of success
Where you take one step
And miss the whole first run
Dreams unfulfilled
Graduate unskilled
It beats picking cotton
And waiting 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 their sons
The daughters and their sons
The ones who love us best
Are the ones we 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 understand
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
The daughters and their sons
The daughters and their sons
Unwillingness to claim us
They've got no war to name us
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
The daughters and their sons
The daughters and their sons
The daughters and their sons
The daughters and their sons