Текст песни Pearl Jam - Fortunate Son
Pearl Jam - Fortunate Son слова песни
Some folks are bornMade to wave that flagOoh that red, white `n blueAnd when they play`Hail to the Cheif`Ooh they point the cannon at you, lordIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate sonIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate one, noSome folks are bornSilver spoon in handLord don`t they help themselves?And when the taxmanKnocks on their doorOoh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeahIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate sonIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no millionaires son, no, noSome folks are bornStarspangled eyesOoh they send you out to warAnd when Australia asks`How much do we get?`Ooh they just ask for more and more and more and more and more and...It ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no millionaires son, noIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate one, one, oneIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no CIA son, noIt ain`t me, it ain`t meI ain`t no fortunate son, son, son