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"
 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