Bastards Of Young Lyrics - Singles - Against Me!

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 womb 

Trash that baby boom 

Elvis in the ground 

There ain't no 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 word 

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 

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 

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