Bastards of Young (The Replacements) Songtext
von Katy Goodman

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
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
The daughters and the sons
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 understand Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
The daughters and the sons
Unwillingness to claim us, got no warrant to name us
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
Wait on the sons of no one, bastards of young
The daughters and the sons
The daughters and the sons
The daughters and the sons
The daughters and the sons