Bastards of Young - Cardinal Sin

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 

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, therell aint no 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 

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (war? ) to name us 

The ones who love us best are the ones well lay to rest 
And visit their graves on holidays at best 
The ones who love us least are the ones well die to please 
If its any consolation, I dont begin to understand them 

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...take it, its yours...