Bastards Of Young - Jamie T

God what a mess

On the ladder of success

Where you take one step

And miss the whole first run

Dreams, unfulfilled

Graduate unskilled

It beats picking cotton

And waiting 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 their sons

Clean your baby womb

Trash that baby boom

With Elvis in the ground

We’re out here tonight

Income tax deduction

What a hell of a function

It beats picking cotton

And waiting 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 their sons

Unwillingness to claim us

They’ve got no war to save us

The ones who love us best

Are the ones we 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

We are the sons of no one

Bastards of young

We are the sons of no one

Bastards of young

The daughters and their sons