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God what a messOn the ladder of successWhere you take one stepAnd miss the whole first runDreams, UnfulfilledGraduate unskilledIt beats picking cottonAnd waitin' to be forgottenBut we are the sons of no oneBastards of youngWe are the sons of no oneBastards of youngThe daughters and their sonsClean your baby wombTrash that baby boomWith Elvis in the groundWe're out here tonightIncome tax deductionWhat a hell of a functionIt beats picking cottonAnd waitin' to be forgottenWe are the sons of no oneBastards of youngSongtexteWe are the sons of no oneBastards of youngThe daughters and their sonsUnwillingness to claim usThey've got no war to save usThe ones who love us bestAre the ones we lay to restAnd visit their gravesOn holidays at bestThe ones who love us leastAre the ones we'll die to pleaseIf it's any consolationI don't begin to understandWe are the sons of no oneBastards of youngWe are the sons of no oneBastards of youngThe daughters and their sons x3 Aus Songtexte Mania