Close to The Borderline — текст песни (Joel Billy)

Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide

The buns drop dead and dogs go mad

In packs on the west side

Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide

She wants to hit those bricks

cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline

While the millionaires hide in beekman place

The bag ladies throw their bones in my face

I get attacked by a kid with stereo sound

I dont want to hear it but he wont turn it down

Life is tough but its just enough

To hold back the tears until its closing time

I survived, Im still alive

But Im getting close to the borderline

Close to the borderline



A buck three eighty

Wont buy you much lately on the street these days

And when you can get gas

You know you cant drive fast anymore on the parkways

Rich man, poor man, either way american

Shoved into the lost and found

The no nuke yell were gonna all go to hell

With the next big meltdown

I got remote control and a color t.v.

I dont change channels so they must change me

I got real close friends that will get me high

They dont know hot to talk and they aint gonna try

I shouldnt bitch, I shouldnt cry

Id start a revolution but I dont have time

I dont know why Im still a nice guy

But Im getting close to the borderline

Close to the borderline



I thought Id sacrifice so many things

I thought Id throw them all away

I didnt think I needed anything

But you cant afford to squander what youre not prepared to pay



I need a doctor for my pressure pills

I need a lawyer for my medical bills

I need a banker to finance my home

I need security to back my loan

It isnt new what Im going through

But everybody knows you got to break sometime

Another night I fought the good fight

But Im getting closer to the borderline

Closer to the borderline.