The Natives Lyrics

It looks like we're dying
Out here, but what's worse;
This death is all by our design
And they're pulling up the hearse

She won't speak the language
And he won't touch the food
But they'll stay for sun and sea
While they watch their worlds turn blue
The way they want it
And should they choose to stay
They think they'll get it all both ways

People in boxes, lines in the sand
Fear is all we truly understand
They've got you right where they want you

You truly belong here
And everything else is yours to take
Now the outside's let in
Your precious way of life's at stake
You have got more right than anyone else here
You can believe anything that you read

Isolate you, control and divide
The lengths they'll go to keep you on their side
People in boxes, lines in the sand
Fear is all we truly understand

All those lives under the sun
Curse their severed mother tongues
All those lives under the sun
Curse their severed mother tongues
All those lives under the sun
Curse their severed mother tongues
They've got you right where they want you