Standard (EADGBE)

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 or 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

 Elvis in the ground, waitin' on a beer tonight

Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function

 It beats pickin' cotton or 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

 ( for 2 bars)

Unwillingness to claim us, got no warrant to name us

(Solo)

The ones love us best are the ones we'll lay to rest

 And visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones 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...