Song | Bastards Of Young |
Artist | The Replacements |
Album | Tim [Expanded Edition] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : 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 | |
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... |
zuo qu : 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 | |
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... |
zuò qǔ : 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 | |
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... |