Текст песни Green Day — Favorite son

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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 isnt it a drag?
But isnt it a drag?
But isnt it a drag?
Its pretty but it's sad
But isnt it a drag?

A clean cut all American
Really ain't so clean
His royal auditorium
It's a murder scene!

It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
But isnt it a drag?
But isnt it a drag?
But isnt it a drag?
Its pretty but it's sad
But isnt it a drag?

Well no one says it's fair
To turn a teenage lush to a millionaire
Now where's your fucking champion?
On a bed you made!
He's not the All-American
That you thought you paid!

It's your favorite son
It's your favorite son
But isnt it a drag?
But isnt it a drag?
But isnt it a drag?
Its pretty but it's sad
But isnt it a drag?

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