The Territory

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Well I know my place in the territory I know where I come from Well I've seen my face in the nation's story Must be a native son, now Must be a native son Well the first four ships on the ocean's map Lord, they weren't the first But along the lines and the lights of the land This is the story we birth, now This is the story we birth Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well my mother was white and my father brown To see me there's little to know Well I cling to the plains on the eastern side Now sing with the city's white glow, now Sing with the city's white glow Well I hold my breath when I think of the night I remember the screams either side They crawl deep in your belly and they run from the light In your guts is where they'll hide, now In your guts is where they'll hide Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well the bruise on your face echoes scars cuttin' straight Straight through the blood of your heart Well you carry your place 'cross your neck like a weight Well it must be a sacred art, now Well it must be a sacred art There are towns in the windows of speeding cars And they're slowing right back to their end Well you sing on the alps and you sing on the stars Let 'em all be your friend, now All the way to the end Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Well these rich kids are moving down from the north And they're taking this town by stealth Well let 'em all come, there's an open door Just warn 'em they're in my house, now Tell 'em they're in my house They can keep their smarts and their fathers' money Sleep on it for all I care They can hide behind men that are better than men Well tell 'em I can smell their fear, now Tell 'em I can smell their fear Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh There's a rhyme sitting lost in this vast island sky Catch it my love, keep it young, keep it clear I sent it on fire to carry above And I sent it like smoke on the air Well I can't hear the earth like I know that you can And I can't hear my brothers no more Well they carried on through the southwest wind And they've all lost sight of the shore, now They've all lost sight of the shore Well I know my place in the territory And I know where I come from Well I've seen my face in the nation's story And I must be a native son, now Well I must be a native son I said I must be a native son