Bastards of Young (Alternate Version)

1, 2, 3, 4 Huh, huh, huh, huh God, what a mess On the ladder of success Where you take one step in Miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled Graduated unskilled At peace pickin' cotton And waitin' to be forgotten Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young The daughters and the sons Clean your baby room Trash bag baby boom Elvis in the ground Buried in ice tonight Income tax deduction One hell of a function At peace pickin' cotton Waitin' to be forgotten Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young Like the daughters and the sons of young A willingness to name us You've got no one to claim us The ones who love us best Are the ones we lay to rest And visit their graves On holidays at best The ones we love the least Are the ones we'll die to please If it's any consolation Don't begin to understand Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young The daughters and the sons of young Of young Of young Of young Of young Of young Take it to George, take it to George Take it to George, take it to George Take it to George, take it to George Take it to George