Bastards of Young
Sons of Rebellion: Unveiling the Mess on the Ladder of Success
Lyrics
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success
Reflecting on the chaotic state of success and its challenges.
Take a first step and miss the whole first rung
Initiating a journey but starting with a significant setback.
Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled
Expressing unfulfilled dreams and lack of proper education.
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
Comparing the struggles to historical hardships, suggesting it's better than some alternatives.
We are the sons of no one
Identifying as individuals without notable lineage or recognition.
Bastards of young
Reiterating the status as outcasts or rebels.
We are the sons of no one
Emphasizing the lack of a distinguished heritage.
Bastards of young
Repeating the idea of being rebellious and unrecognized.
The daughters and the sons
Including both genders in the discussion of societal outcasts.
Clean your baby womb, trash that baby boom
Suggesting the rejection of traditional values associated with childbearing.
Elvis in the ground, waitin' on beer tonight
Referencing the decline of cultural icons and anticipation of a mundane evening.
Income tax deduction, what a hell of a function
Cynically viewing income tax deductions as a significant but unexciting function.
It beats pickin' cotton and waitin' to be forgotten
Recalling the comparison to cotton-picking and obscurity.
We are the sons of no one
Reaffirming the identity as unrecognized and unprivileged.
Bastards of young
Repeating the theme of being rebels or outsiders.
We are the sons of no one
Stating the lack of acknowledged heritage.
Bastards of young
Reiterating the rebellious nature of the mentioned group.
The daughters and the sons
Including both genders in the collective identity.
Willingness to claim us
Expressing a desire for recognition without an appropriate label.
You got no word to name us
Highlighting the difficulty in defining or categorizing the mentioned group.
One's who love us best are the one's we'll lay to rest
Acknowledging that those who care for the group deeply may end up being disappointed or hurt.
Visit their graves on holidays at best
Visiting the graves of those who loved the group during holidays.
One's who love us least, are the one's we'll die to please
Suggesting a willingness to please those who show less love or support.
If its any consolation, I don't begin to understand
Admitting a lack of understanding or clarity regarding the situation.
We are the sons of no one
Reiterating the identity as unrecognized and unprivileged.
Bastards of young
Emphasizing the rebellious nature of the group.
We are the sons of no one
Stating the lack of acknowledged heritage.
Bastards of young
Repeating the theme of being rebels or outsiders.
The daughters and the sons
Including both genders in the collective identity.
Young, young, young
Concluding with a repetition of the term "young," possibly emphasizing the youthfulness of the mentioned group.
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