Replacements - Bastards Of Young (860118 - Saturday Night Live) Lyrics
God what a mess, on the ladder of successWhere you take one step and miss the whole first rungDreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilledIt beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgottenWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngThe daughters and the sonsClean your baby room, trash that baby boomElvis in the ground, waitin' on a beer tonightIncome tax deduction, one hell of a functionIt beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgottenWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngThe daughters and the sonsUnwillingness to claim us, ya got no word/war to name usThe ones love us best are the ones we'll lay to restAnd visit their graves on holidays at bestThe ones love us least are the ones we'll die to pleaseIf it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand themWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngWe are the sons of no one, bastards of youngThe daughters and the sonsTake it, it's yours