God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unsk**ed
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
[Chorus]
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 that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, no way he'll be here tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
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
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
[Chorus]
Young...take it, it's yours...