Fortunate Son
You hit the street, you feel them starin'
You know they hate you, you can feel their eyes a glarin'
Because you're different, because you're free
Because you're everything deep down they wish they could be
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You're lookin' back (lookin' back) they're lookin' back (lookin' back)
Too many people lookin' back
You're lookin' back (lookin' back) they're lookin' back (lookin' back)
Too many people lookin' back back back back back
They watch the news, see young men dyin'
They watch them bleedin' and they listen to 'em cryin'
And if they're normal, if they can see
They just reach out and change the channel on the T.V.
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When they could vote, and end the war
They're much too busy puttin' locks upon the back door
Give you a foxhole, a place to hide
'Cause when The War comes the cops will on their side
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