Native Son Lyrics - Last Of The Ghetto Astronauts - 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 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?