We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Bastards of young
Visit their graves on holidays at best
Willingness to claim us
You got no word to name us
Elvis in the ground, waitin' on beer tonight
The daughters and the sons
We are the sons of no one
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
Bastards of young
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
We are the sons of no one
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
The daughters and the sons
The daughters and the sons
We are the sons of no one
If its any consolation, I don't begin to understand
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
One's who love us best are the one's we'll lay to rest
Bastards of young
Bastards of young
One's who love us least, are the one's we'll die to please
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
We are the sons of no one
