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
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