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 that 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      Willingness to claim us   You got no word to name us      One's who love us best are the one's we'll lay to rest   Visit their graves on holidays at best   One's who love us least, are the one's we'll die to please   If its 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