the cribs - bastards of young lyrics
-please note these differ slightly from the replacements original-
god, what a mess, on the ladder of success
where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
dreams unfulfilled, graduate unsk!lled
it beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
we are the sons of no one, b-st-rds of young
we are the sons of no one, b-st-rds of young
the daughters and the sons
clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
elvis in the ground, no way, no gear tonight
income tax deduction, what a h-ll of a function
it beats pickin’ cotton and waitin’ to be forgotten
we are the sons of no one, b-st-rds of young
we are the sons of no one, b-st-rds of young
now the daughters and the sons
unwillingness to claim us, well ya got no right 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
we are the sons of no one, b-st-rds of young
we are the sons of no one, b-st-rds of young
the daughters and the sons
of young…
take it, it’s yours…
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