Native Son Lyrics by Matthew Good Band

Native Son Lyrics

    Can you spare me a quarter
    Though i have no one to call
    I just thought it might save my ass one day
    If the sky or the free world were to fall
    This is the only thing that i can do
    This is the only thing i know how to say
    And when everything is gone
    And the night it seems grows long
    Will you play this record anyway
    There are a million ways to say it
    There are a million lies to choose from
    So don't look up
    You might find that your head is stuck
    No one's going to bail us out of this one

    Every time i call your name
    Somehow i wish it was the same
    For me and you and all the things we do
    Not in vain

    Maybe i could give you a ride
    Though i don't really own a car
    Well it isn't anything so different
    Than living underneath a dying star
    Well this is what we all get up for
    When the clocks go out of time
    Cause nothing short of
    War and death and money
    Will ever fucking change your mind
    There are a million ways to die son
    And there are a million places to choose from
    So don't look up
    You might find that your head is stuck
    No one's going to bail us out of this one

    Every time i call your name
    Somehow i wish it was the same
    For me and you and all the things we do
    Not in vain
    And who will kill this native son
    Who will learn from everything that we have done
    And who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?

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