Favorite Son lyrics
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, [. From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/g/green-day-lyrics/favorite-son-lyrics.html .] 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?
[Bridge]
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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