take one step and miss the whole first rung
it beats pickin' cotton and waiting to be forgotten
we are the sons of no one
we are the sons of no one
the daughters and the sons
what a hell of a function
it beats pickin' cotton and waiting to be forgotten
we are the sons of no one
we are the sons of no one
the daughters and the sons
the ones that love us best
are the ones we lay to rest
visit their graves on holidays at best
the ones that love us least
are the ones we'll die to please
if that's any consolation i don't begin to understand
we are the sons of no one
we are the sons of no one
the daughters and the sons