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 to grow long
Will you play this record anyway?
There are a million ways to say it
There are a million lies to chose 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 f*cking change your mind
There are a million ways to die son
And there are a million places to chose 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

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 we have done?
And who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?
And who will we get to stand up for tomorrow?

Native son
Native son