God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole [bad word] Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, [bad word] of young
We are the sons of no one, [bad word] of young
The daughters and the sons

Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Elvis in the ground, there'll ain't no beer tonight [bad word] tax deduction, what a [bad word] of a function
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten

We are the sons of no one, [bad word] of young
We are the sons of no one, [bad word] of young
The daughters and the sons

Unwillingness to claim us, ya got no word (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, [bad word] of young
We are the sons of no one, [bad word] of young
The daughters and the sons

Young...take it, it's yours...