Fortunate Son
Fortunate Son: Unveiling the Irony of Privilege in RockStory's Anthem
Lyrics
Some folks are born
Some people are inherently destined
Made to wave the flag
To proudly represent their country
They're red, white and blue
They embody patriotic American values
And when the band plays
During patriotic tunes like "Hail To The Chief"
Hail To The Chief
The focus of power and authority
They point the cannon at you, Lord
Directing blame or aggression towards individuals
It ain't me, it ain't me
The speaker dissociates from this privilege
I ain't no senator's son
Denying any relation to influential figures
It ain't me, it ain't me
Reiterating the disassociation from privilege
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Rejecting the idea of being favored or lucky
Some folks are born
Some individuals are born into wealth
Silver spoon in hand
Benefitting from affluent family backgrounds
Lord, don't they help themselves
Exploiting opportunities for personal gain
But when the taxman
When faced with financial obligations
Come to the door
When tax payments are due
Lord, the house look like a rummage sale
Their residence appears chaotic, as if selling belongings
It ain't me, it ain't me
Disclaiming any connection to excessive wealth
I ain't no millionaire's son
Stating no association with millionaire families
It ain't me, it ain't me
Reiterating the lack of connection to opulence
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Refusing the label of being fortunate or privileged
Some folks inherit
Some people inherently receive great advantages
Star spangled eyes
Having inherited powerful positions or opportunities
They send you down to war, Lord
Being conscripted or pushed into military conflicts
And when you ask them
When questioning those in authority
How much should we give?
Asking about contributions or sacrifices
They only answer
Authority figures demand increased commitment or resources
More, more, more
Insisting on greater dedication or sacrifices
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