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Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
the bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
in packs on the west side
young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide
she wants to hit those bricks
and'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 donand't want to hear it but he wonand't turn it down
life is tough but itand's just enough
to hold back the tears until itand's closing time
i survived, iand'm still alive
but iand'm getting close to the borderline
close to the borderline
A buck three eighty
wonand't buy you much lately on the street these days
and when you can get gas
you know you canand't drive fast anymore on the parkways
rich man, poor man, either way american
shoved into the lost and found
the no nuke yell weand're gonna all go to hell
with the next big meltdown
i got remote control and a color t.v.
i donand't change channels so they must change me
i got real close friends that will get me high
they donand't know how to talk and they ainand't gonna try
i shouldnand't bitch, i shouldnand't cry
iand'd start a revolution but i donand't have time
i donand't know why iand'm still a nice guy
but iand'm getting close to the borderline
close to the borderline
I thought iand'd sacrifice so many things
i thought iand'd throw them all away
i didnand't think i needed anything
but you canand't afford to squander what youand're 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
but i need security to back my loan
it isnand't new what iand'm going through
but everybody knows you got to break sometime
another night i fought the good fight
but iand'm getting closer to the borderline
closer to the borderline
Billy Joel
Close to the borderline
Close to the borderline
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide
the bums drop dead and dogs gone mad
in packs on the west side
young girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicide
she wants to hit those bricks
and'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 donand't want to hear it but he wonand't turn it down
life is tough but itand's just enough
to hold back the tears until itand's closing time
i survived, iand'm still alive
but iand'm getting close to the borderline
close to the borderline
A buck three eighty
wonand't buy you much lately on the street these days
and when you can get gas
you know you canand't drive fast anymore on the parkways
rich man, poor man, either way american
shoved into the lost and found
the no nuke yell weand're gonna all go to hell
with the next big meltdown
i got remote control and a color t.v.
i donand't change channels so they must change me
i got real close friends that will get me high
they donand't know how to talk and they ainand't gonna try
i shouldnand't bitch, i shouldnand't cry
iand'd start a revolution but i donand't have time
i donand't know why iand'm still a nice guy
but iand'm getting close to the borderline
close to the borderline
I thought iand'd sacrifice so many things
i thought iand'd throw them all away
i didnand't think i needed anything
but you canand't afford to squander what youand're 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
but i need security to back my loan
it isnand't new what iand'm going through
but everybody knows you got to break sometime
another night i fought the good fight
but iand'm getting closer to the borderline
closer to the borderline
