Matthew Good Band - Native Son

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 ı call your name
Somehow ı 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?