Bastards of Young - Live at Maxwell's, Hoboken, NJ, 2/4/86

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
 Elvis in the ground, no 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, bastards of young
 We are the sons of no one, bastards of young
 Not the daughters and the sons
 Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no war 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
 Daughters and the sons
 Young
 Young
 Young
 Young
 Young
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours
 Take it, it's yours