Joel Billy Lyrics
Close to The Borderline Lyrics
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.