god, what a mess 

on the ladder of success 

take one step and miss the whole first rung 

dreams unfulfilled 

graduate unskilled 

it beats pickin' cotton and waiting 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 

no way no beer tonight 

income tax deduction 

what a hell of a function 

it beats pickin' cotton and waiting 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 



willingness to claim us 

got no wars to name us 



the ones that love us best 

are the ones we lay to rest 

visit their graves on holidays at best 

the ones that love us least 

are the ones we'll die to please 

if that'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 



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