Bastards of Young (Ed Stasium Mix)

God, what a mess On the ladder of success You take one step and Miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled Graduate unskilled That beats 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 Daughters and the sons Clean your baby womb Trash that baby boom Elvis in the ground Ain't waitin' to appear tonight Income tax deduction One hell of a function That beats 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 Now the daughters and the sons Unwillingness to claim us You got no more 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 Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young Wait on the sons of no one Bastards of young Daughters and the sons Of young Young Young Young Young Take it as yours, take it as yours, take it as yours, take it as yours Take it as yours, take it as yours, take it as yours, take it as yours Take it as yours