"Bastards Of Young" lyrics - 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 their 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

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no war to name us

The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
Visit their graves on holidays at best
Ones who love us least are the ones 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