Текст FFS – Dictator’s Son

Born in a far-off land
A nation of heat and sand
A father who ruled by force
A mother who said, «of course»

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

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