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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Fortunate Son |
| Album: | VI | Genres: | Punk |
| Year: | 1987 |
Length: | 107 sec |
Lyrics:
Some folks are born to wave the flag The Red, White and Blue And when the band plays 'Hail to the chief' They'll point the cannons right at you It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me, 'cause I ain't no fortunate one Some folks are born silver spoon in hand Why don't they help themselves? And when the taxman comes to the door The house looks like a rummage sale, yeah, yeah It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me, 'cause I ain't no fortunate one Some folks are born star spangled eyes They'll lead you off to war And when you ask, 'How much should we give?' They only answer, 'More, more, more, more' It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no military son, no It ain't me, it ain't me, 'cause I ain't no senator's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no millionaire's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me, 'cause I ain't no fortunate son
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