Fortunate Son

I'm sitting wondering, watching the parade

In my ever-present chair

People laughing and smiles all around me

Balloons and paper in my hair

There's a man in a car with the top down

Waving wildly at me "The poor son of a gun",

I know he's thinking

Better him, him than me

I've stared down the devil, and had to look away

Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came

Laid down odd and even, but double zero played

That's alright,

I'm a lucky one

Such a fortunate son

I was always taught well, taught well

To be the strong one and keep it inside

But sometimes

I sit beside the freeway

And howl out at the dark, dark sky

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man's best salute

I've stared down the devil, and had to look away

Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came

Laid down odd and even, but double zero played

That's alright,

I'm a lucky one

Such a fortunate son