U2 - Fortunate Son Lyrics
Some folks are born made to wave the flagYeah, the red, white, and blueWhen the band plays hail to the chiefYeah, theyll point the cannon at youIt aint me, it aint meIm no millionaires sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate oneSome folks are born silver spoon in handWell, they help themselves, yeahWhen the taxman comes to the doorHouse looks a like a rummage saleIt aint me, it aint meI aint no millionaires sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate one, noSome folks inherit star spangled eyesYeah, when they send you down to warWell, when you ask them how much you should giveYeah, its always more, more, moreIt aint me, it aint meI aint no senators sonIt aint me, it aint meIm no fortunate oneIt aint me, it aint meI aint no military sonIt aint me, it aint meI aint no fortunate sonTake it away...