Godwhat a messon the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilledgraduate unskilled
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no onebastards of young
We are the sons of no onebastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Clean your baby wombtrash that baby boom
Elvis in the groundthere’ll ain’t no beer tonight
Income tax deductionwhat a hell of a function
It beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
We are the sons of no onebastards of young
We are the sons of no onebastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim usya got no word (war? ) 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 consolationI don’t begin to understand them
We are the sons of no onebastards of young
We are the sons of no onebastards of young
The daughters and the sons
Young…take itit’s yours…