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Favorite Son
Green Day
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?
[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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About this Song
Favorite Son by Green Day is a politically-charged song that critiques the disillusionment with political leaders and the American Dream. The song reflects on the manipulation and false promises made by those in power, portraying them as deceitful and self-serving. Key themes include disillusionment, political corruption, and social commentary on the state of the nation. Particularly poignant moments in the song highlight the contrast between the idealized image of leaders and the grim reality of their actions.
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