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Favorite son

by Green Day


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?
It´s 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 bloody sad,
but isn´t it a drag?

{Break}

Well no one says it´s fair.
Turn a teenage lush,
To a millionaire.

Now where´s your fuckin´ champion?
On a bed you laid.
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?





 

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