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