native son |
|
You
finally found the mainstream |
In
the middle of your life |
You
tapped into a vein |
Of
endless gold chains |
Now
you're locked up tight |
Tearing
down the middle of it |
Splitting
it right in half |
Bobbing
up and down the waves |
Like
a runaway slave |
On
a Huck Finn raft |
|
CHORUS: |
Take
your wife |
Take
your family |
Take
your gun |
Running
through the woods |
And
the burned out neighborhoods |
Looking
for someone |
A
member of your tribe |
A
Place you can hide |
'Til
the war has begun |
'Cause
in the fields before the flood |
You'll
be spilling blood |
Like
a native son |
|
Where
you gonna run to |
There
ain't no underground |
If
only you could fly |
You'd
cut across the sky |
Like
a rifle round |
Oh,
who are your people |
And
where is your homeland |
'Cause
they're dying side by side |
At
the river of pride |
Where
we tried to take a stand |
|
REPEAT
CHORUS TWICE |
|
In
the fields before the flood |
You'll
be spilling blood |
Like
a native son |