Paroles de Bastards of Young
God, what a mess, on the ladder of successTake 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 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
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 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
WESTERBERG, PAUL
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