God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Take a first step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unsk**ed
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one, ba*tards of young
We are the sons of no one, ba*tards 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, ba*tards of young
We are the sons of no one, ba*tards 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, ba*tards of young
We are the sons of no one, ba*tards of young
The daughters and the sons
Young
Young
Young