Текст песни Green Day — Favorite Son

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?
its 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 but it's sad,
but isn't it a drag?

Well no one says it's fair.
Turn a teenage lush,
To a millionaire.

Now where's your fucking champion?
On a "panty raid"
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?

The first artificial earth satelite, in the world, has now been created.




Текст добавил: Андрей Курышев

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Песня «Favorite Son» от Green Day олицетворяет критику американской идеологии и культурного потребления. Текст рассказывает о молодом мужчине, который стал публичной личностью, но вместо того, чтобы быть образцом чистоты и успеха, он оказывается развратным и циничным. Песня выражает разочарование в американской мечте и критикует иллюзию успеха и славы. Слова также намекают на противоречие между публичным обликом и настоящей природой этого «любимого сына». Песня вызывает размышления о ценностях и стереотипах в современном обществе.