God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Take a first step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled

It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one

!@&!s of young
We are the sons of no one
!@&!s of young

The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom

Elvis in the ground, waitin' on beer tonight
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten


We are the sons of no one
!@&!s of young

We are the sons of no one
!@&!s of young
The daughters and the sons


Willingness to claim us
You got no word to name us


One's who love us best are the one's we'll lay to rest
Visit their graves on holidays at best

One's who love us least, are the one's we'll die to please
If it's any consolation, I don't begin to understand


We are the sons of no one
!@&!s of young
We are the sons of no one

!@&!s of young
The daughters and the sons


Young, young, young