1. 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