Green Day "Favorite Son" letra

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Favorite Son

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?

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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