Fortunate Son
Creedence Clearwater Revival| Original | Le parole nella versione punk dei Circle Jerks |
| FORTUNATE SON Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they're red, white and blue. And when the band plays "Hail to the chief", Ooh, 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, Yeah! Some folks are born silver spoon in hand, Lord, don't they help themselves, oh. But when the taxman comes to the door, Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes, 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. Some folks inherit star spangled eyes, Ooh, they send you down to war, Lord, And when you ask them, "How much should we give?" Ooh, they only answer More! more! more! yoh, 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 no, It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son, no no no, | FORTUNATE SON The boys are bored to wave the flag The red, white and blue And when the band plays, hail to the chief To point the cannons right at you It ain't me, it ain't me I ain't no sinner's son, no It ain't me, it ain't me 'Cause I ain't no fortunate one Are born, so much burning Why don't they help themselves? And when the tax man comes to the door The house looks like the running cell 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 Are born, stars The war And when they ask how much did we give? The only answer, 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 |
