my father was a student protester, my mother tried to dismantle the pep club

this song is dedicated to my parents.

"Fortunate Son" - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
ooh, they're red white and blue
and when the band plays "hail to the chief"
ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord

Well, it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no senator's son
it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one

Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
lord don't they help themselves
but when the taxman comes to the door
lord the house looks like a rummage sale

Well it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no millionaire's son
it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one

Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
ooh they send you down to war
and when you ask them, how much should we give?
ooh they only answer "more, more, more"

well it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no military son
it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate one
it ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no fortunate son