Native Son Lyrics - Matthew Good Band

Native Son
by Matthew Good Band
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 undernearth 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?