Bastards of Young

Ohh

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success

Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung

Dreams unfilled, graduate unskilled

It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

Wait on the sons of no one

Bastards of young

Wait on 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, no waitin' on beer tonight

Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function

It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

Wait on the sons of no one

Bastards of young

Wait on the sons of no one

Bastards of young

Now the daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us

You got no war to name us

Alright

The ones who love us best are the ones we'll 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 begin to understand them

Wait on the sons of no one

Bastards of young

Wait on the sons of no one

Bastards of young

The daughters and the sons

Of young, of young

Young, young

Young

Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours

Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours

Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours

Take it, it's yours, take it, it's yours

Take it, it's yours