Native Son

(Album: Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts - 1995)

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...
It's all about...

Native son
Native son, yeah
Got you now

Come on, old man