Against Me! - Bastards Of Young lyrics

God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and
Miss the whole first rung
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 the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground
There'll ain't no beer tonight
Income tax deduction
What a hell of a function
It beats picking cotton and
Waiting to be forgotten

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word
(war? no one?) 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

Young take it, it's yours