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



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 room, trash that baby boom

Elvis in the ground, waitin' on a beer tonight

Income tax deduction, one 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 word/war 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



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



Take it, it's yours