(Chorus)
Fortunate son, born in the club
While we get crumbs, you take the grub
Fortunate son, tailor-made suit
We fight for scraps, you grab the loot
(Verse 1)
Born in a penthouse, wrapped in gold
Daddy bought power, the story’s old
Built on the backs of the ones who sweat
While the debts keep climbing, and the people fret
(Verse 2)
Shouts about greatness, flags in the breeze
But the truth gets buried under tweets and decrees
Talk tough on the stage, but it’s all for show
While the working class takes the hardest blow
(Chorus)
Fortunate son, born in the club
While we get crumbs, you take the grub
Fortunate son, tailor-made suit
We fight for scraps, you grab the loot
(Verse 3)
Laws for the few, and the planet on fire
Truth on the run, and the press called “liar”
They stack the courts, they crush the weak
And the future’s sold off piece by piece
(Chorus)
Fortunate son, born in the club
While we get crumbs, you take the grub
Fortunate son, tailor-made suit
We fight for scraps, you grab the loot
(Bridge)
They preach about freedom, while pulling the strings
It’s power for profit, not for the people’s wings
They call it protection, “America First”
But they’re selling us water when we’re dying of thirst
(Guitar Solo – swampy, biting tone)
(Chorus)
Fortunate son, born in the club
While we get crumbs, you take the grub
Fortunate son, tailor-made suit
We fight for scraps, you grab the loot
(Outro)
Fortunate son…
Fortunate son…
The game’s been rigged, and the damage is done
Fortunate son…
(Fade out over snarling guitar riff)