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 pickin' cotton
And waitin' 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
With Elvis in the ground
There'll ain't no 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
Bastards of young
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us
You got no word 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
Bastards of young
We are the sons of no one
Bastards of young
The daughters and the sons

Take it, it's yours


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    General Commentim not sure if my brother was involved of the making of this particular song.
    buttttt, my brother sergio witis was an original member of against me :]

    im his younger sister; Veronika :]
    Viion June 23, 2009   Link
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    General Commentprobably not, it was written by the replacements back in the 80's. but you never know..
    skinnyarmkhanon June 08, 2010   Link

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