Bastards Of Young ringtone on your mobile phone

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, therell aint 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 (war? ) to name us


The ones who love us best are the ones well lay to rest

And visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones who love us least are the ones well die to please

If its any consolation, I dont 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...take it, its yours...