Native Son

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
 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
 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, 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
 Nothing short of war and death and money
 Will ever fucking change your mind
 There are a million ways to die, son
 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
 Look, Ma, no hands