Clutch - Fortunate Son lyrics
[Clutch - Fortunate Son lyrics]
Ooh, they're red, white, and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
Oh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves, no
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house lookin' like a rummage sale
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
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Yeah, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask 'em
"How much should we give?"
Ooh, they only answer, "More, more, more!"
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no military son, son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
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