Native Son - 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 were the same

For me and you and all the things we do

Not in vain, no

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 all 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

And every time I call your name

Somehow I wish it were the same

For me and you and all the things we do

Not in vain

And every time I call your name

Somehow I wish it were 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?

Who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?

It’s all about (unintelligible)

It’s all about (unintelligible)

Native son

Native son, yeah

Got you now

Come on, old man