Bastards of Young - Jesse Malin

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