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