The Territory Songtext
von The Eastern

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