Lyrics
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
Wait on the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Wait on 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
Not waitin' on beer tonight
Income tax deduction
What a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton or waitin' to be forgotten
Wait on the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Not the daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us
You've got no 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
Wait on the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Daughters and the sons
Young
Young
Your 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
Take it, it's yours
Take it, it's yours
Take it, it's yours
