The Natives

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