Bastards of Young

Ah God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, 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 way he'll be here tonight Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function It beats pickin' cotton or 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, ya got no warrant to name us The ones love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest And visit their graves on holidays at best The ones 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 Daughters and the sons 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 --- Bastards Of Young - The Replacements