Plaid Retina - Plastic lyrics
[Plaid Retina - Plastic lyrics]
They're red, white and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
They point the cannon at you
It ain’t me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain’t me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
Some folks are born with the
Silver spoon in hand take care of themselves
But when the taxman comes to the door
The house looks like a rummage sale
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no senator's son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me
I ain't no fortunate one
Some folks are born with the military eyes
They’ll just send you down to war
But, if you ask them how much could you give
They'll only answer "More!"
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain’t no senator's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
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