Jamie T

Bastards of Young

歌词

God, what a mess
On the ladder of success
When you take one step
And miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled
And graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton
And waitin' to be forgotten

But we are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and their sons

Clean your baby womb
Trash that baby boom
Put Elvis in the ground
And we're out here 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 their sons

Unwillingness to claim us
They got no war to save us

The ones who love us best
Are the ones we 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 consolation
I don't begin to understand

That we are the sons of no one, bastards of young
We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and their sons
The daughters and their sons
The daughters and their sons