Album Name : Don't You Know Who I Think I Was? - The Best of the Replacements
Release Date : 2006-06-12
Song Duration : 3:37
Replacements Bastards Of Young
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, there'll ain't 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 we'll 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
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, it's yours...