Текст песни Green Day - Favorite Son

Текст:

He hit the ground running, At the speed of light. The star was brightly shining, Like a neon light. It's your favorite son. It's your favorite son. A fixture on the talkshows, To the silver screen. From here to Colorado, He's a sex machine. It's your favorite son. It's your favorite son. But isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? its pretty bloody sad, but isn't it a drag? A clean-cut All-American, Really ain't so clean. His royal auditorium, Is a murder scene. It's your favorite son. It's your favorite son. Oh, isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? Isn't it a drag? It's pretty but it's sad, but isn't it a drag? Well no one says it's fair. Turn a teenage lush, To a millionaire. Now where's your fucking champion? On a "panty raid" He's not the All-American, That you thought you paid. It's your favorite son. It's your favorite son. But isn't it a drag? The first artificial earth satelite, in the world, has now been created.

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