Bastards of Young - Live at Maxwell's, Hoboken, NJ, 2/4/86

Lyrics for Bastards of Young - Live at Maxwell's, Hoboken, NJ, 2/4/86

God, what a mess On the ladder of success Take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled Graduate unskilled It beats beggar cotton Waiting 'round to be forgotten We are the sundown lowborn Bastards of your We are the sundown lowborn Bastards of your Daughters' sons Clean your baby room Crash your baby boom Kill the sooner ground There'll be no beer tonight Your income tax deduction Is one hell of a function And it beats beggar cotton Waiting 'round to be forgotten We are the sundown lowborn Bastards of your We are the sundown lowborn Bastards of your Daughters' sons From nameless to nameless You got no one to blameless The ones who love us best Are the ones we'll lay to rest Visit their graves on holidays at best The ones who love us least Are the ones we'll die to please It's the only consolation I don't begin to understand We are the sundown lowborn Bastards of your We are the sundown lowborn Bastards of your Daughters' sons I heard it all I heard it all I heard it all I heard it all I heard it all Take it as yours Take it as yours Take it as yours