by John Fogerty, © 1969 Jondora Music (BMI).

FORTUNATE SON

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
oh, they are so red, white and blue.
And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief",
oh, they point the cannon right at you…and me

but that ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no senator's son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't the fortunate one.

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
why don't they just help themselves?
But when the taxman comes to the door,
the house looks like a rummage sale,
yes it does…

that ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no millionaire's son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't the fortunate one, no.

Yeh, some folks inherit star-spangled eyes,
and they send you down to war,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?,
oh, they only answer is more, more, more,

but that ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't no military son,
It ain't me, it ain't me,
I ain't the fortunate one,








13 Seconds

On one side…youth/hope/promise
On the other…defenders of all things corrupt/degrading & oppressive
Which side are you on?
Which side are you on?
We didn’t hate you…we hated what you represented.
But you hated us for who we were
You accepted your “cogness”…your “this is the best I can do”…your “guess this is my place in the scheme of things”
Well…we didn’t.
You believed that if you played along, you would be rewarded.
We knew that wasn’t true.
We must have been one hell of a threat…
…why else would you have shot at us?