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 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 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 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 In the fields before the flood, you'll be spilling blood like a native son