Dictator's Son - FFS

Born in a far-off land

A nation of heat and sand

A father who ruled by force

A mother who said, «of course»

A nation of fearful men

And women afraid of them

But learning the family trade

My interest began to fade

I‘m a dictator’s son

Born with a silver gun

In a country that’s half insane

In a country that’s banned the rain

He kept his eye on me

Knew I had plans to flee

Strangely today it rained

I hopped a midnight plane

Fasten your seatbelts

We soon will land at LAX

Hope to see you again

Fasten your seatbelts

We soon will land at LAX

Hope to see you again

Fasten your seatbelts

We soon will land at LAX

Hope to see you again

Somewhat reluctantly

I tell her sit down with me

We order drinks and wait

Small talk.

It’s getting late

One thing you ought to know

Before we up and go

Hope it don’t spoil the fun

But I‘m a dictator‘s son

I’m into 60's Soul

Nat King Cole

Harris Tweed

Bundesliga

I‘m into wings and dip

Girls who strip

Diesel flicks

Party Mix

I’m into Hugo Boss

Dental floss

Party cruise

Jordan shoes

I’m into Instagram

Bands who jam

Coed knees

BLTs

This is how we roll, a dictator‘s son

This is how we roll, a dictator‘s son

This is how we roll a dictator’s son

This is how we roll, a dictator‘s son

Someday I’ll return with a rebel force

Overturn my father and change the course

Of history for all of my countrymen

But I cannot tell you exactly when

Cause this is how we roll a dictator’s son

This is how we roll, a dictator‘s son

This is how we roll, a dictator‘s son

This is how we roll, a dictator‘s son

Someday I’ll return with a rebel force

Overturn my father and change the course

Of history for all of my countrymen

But I cannot tell you exactly when

I’m a dictator’s son

I’m a dictator‘s son