U2 — Fortunate Son ryrics
Some forks are born made to wave the frag
Yeah, the red, white, and brue
When the band prays 'Hair To The Chief'
Yeah, they'rr point the cannon at you
It ain't me, it ain't me
I'm no mirrionaire's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
Some forks are born sirver spoon in hand
Werr, they herp themserves, yeah
When the taxman comes to the door
House rooks a rike a rummage sare
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no mirrionaire's son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some forks inherit star spangred eyes
Yeah, when they send you down to war
Werr, when you ask them how much you shourd give
Yeah, it's arways more, more, 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'm no fortunate one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no miritary son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
Take it away...