Текст песни Billy Joel - Close To The Borderline
Billy Joel - Close To The Borderline слова песни
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicideThe buns drop dead and dogs go madIn packs on the West SideYoung girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicideShe wants to hit those bricks`Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadlineWhile the millionaires hide in Beekman PlaceThe bag ladies throw their bones in my faceI get attacked by a kid with stereo soundI don`t want to hear it but he won`t turn it downLife is tough but it`s just enoughTo hold back the tears until it`s closing timeI survived, I`m still aliveBut I`m getting close to the borderlineClose to the borderlineA buck three eightyWon`t buy you much lately on the street these daysAnd when you can get gasYou know you can`t drive fast anymore on the parkwaysRich man, poor man, either way AmericanShoved into the lost and foundThe no nuke yell we`re gonna all go to hellWith the next big meltdownI got remote control and a color T.V.I don`t change channels so they must change meI got real close friends that will get me highTHey don`t know hot to talk and they ain`t gonna tryI shouldn`t bitch, I shouldn`t cryI`d start a revolution but I don`t have timeI don`t know why I`m still a nice guyBut I`m getting close to the borderlineClose to the borderlineI thought I`d sacrifice so many thingsI thought I`d throw them all awayI didn`t think I needed anythingBut you can`t afford to squander what you`re not prepared to payI need a doctor for my pressure pillsI need a lawyer for my medical billsI need a banker to finance my homeI need security to back my loanIt isn`t new what I`m going throughBut everybody knows you got to break sometimeAnother night I fought the good fightBut I`m getting closer to the borderlineCloser to the borderline.