| Song | Bastards Of Young |
| Artist | The Replacements |
| Album | Tim [Expanded Edition] |
| 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... |
| 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... |