Bastards Of Young Lyrics
Bastards Of Young - Jesse Malin
Written by：Paul Westerberg
God what a mess on the ladder of success
Take a first 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 waitin' on 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
Willingness to claim us
You got no word to name us
One's who love us best are the one's we'll lay to rest
Visit their graves on holidays at best
One's who love us least are the one's we'll die to please
If it's any consolation I don't begin to understand
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