Lyrics Bastards of Young - The Cribs
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,
there'll
ain't
no
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
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,
bastards
of
young
We
are
the
sons
of
no
one,
bastards
of
young
The
daughters
and
the
sons
Young...
take
it,
it's
yours...
1 Be Safe
2 Leather Jacket Love Song
3 Glandular Fever Got the Best of Me
4 On a Hotel Wall
5 Saturday Night Facts of Life
6 Kind Words from the Broken Hearted
7 It Happened So Fast
8 Eat Me
9 Fairer Sex
10 Advice from a Roving Artist
11 You're Gonna Lose Us
12 Get Yr Hands Out of My Grave
13 My Adolescent Dreams
14 Bastards of Young
15 To Jackson
16 Better Than Me
17 So Hot Now
18 Is Anybody There?
19 Don't You Wanna Be Relevant?
20 Don't Believe in Me
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