Wednesday, January 28, 2004
The Replacements
Tim
Sire Records, 1986
"Bastards of Young"
(Westerberg)
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
And Pete's 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's room, 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... young
Willingness to claim us, ya got no morals 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 it
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
take a shower, take a shower, take a shower, take a shower
see thru skin + bob mould + aint no bad dude
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