Jamie T - Bastards of Young lyrics

[Jamie T - Bastards of Young lyrics]

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

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

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

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