[Originally by The Replacements]
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God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
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Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
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Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
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It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
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We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
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We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
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The daughters and the sons
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Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
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Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight
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Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
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It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
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We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
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We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
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The daughters and the sons
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Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word to name us
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The ones who love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest
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And visit their graves on holidays at best
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The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die to please
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If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand them
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We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
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We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
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The daughters and the sons
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Young...take it, it's yours...
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Bastards Of Young
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| The GC5 |
