Bruce Springsteen - Fortunate Son текст песни

Some folks are born made to wave the flag

Ooh, theyre red, white and blue

And when the band plays "hail to the chief"

They point the cannon right at you

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no senators son

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no fortunate son

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand

Lord they dont help themselves

But when the taxman comes to the door

Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no millionaires son

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no fortunate son

Some folks inherit star spangled eyes

Ooh, they send you down to war

And when you ask them "how much should we give ? "

They only answer more! more! more!

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no militarys son

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no fortunate son

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no fortunate one, no no

It aint me, it aint me

I aint no fortunate son