Fortunate Son

Some folks want their ears to wear the flag, or the red one and blue

And their faces held to their teeth, they look down on you

Help me, help me, I ain't no citizen

Help me, help me, I ain't no fortune one

So folks born, silver spoon in hand, all on one fancy sounds

But then the taxman comes to the door, all on hands like the rhyme is sailing

Help me, help me, I know millions on

Help me, help me, I know fortune won

Hey now, some folks wanna start fighting and I always say I don't want no war

I'm not a taxman, how bad do they give? I'll learn answers more, more, more

And me, and me, I know Myrtalsong

And me, and me, I know Fortune One

And me, and me, I know Myrtalsong

Help me, help me, I know fortune won't...