Favorite Son (Non-Album Track)

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? 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?