Billy Joel - Close To The Borderline Lyrics
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 brickscause 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 dont want to hear it but he wont turn it downLife is tough but its just enoughTo hold back the tears until its closing timeI survived, Im still aliveBut Im getting close to the borderlineClose to the borderlineA buck three eightyWont buy you much lately on the street these daysAnd when you can get gasYou know you cant drive fast anymore on the parkwaysRich man, poor man, either way americanShoved into the lost and foundThe no nuke yell were gonna all go to hellWith the next big meltdownI got remote control and a color t.v.I dont change channels so they must change meI got real close friends that will get me highThey dont know hot to talk and they aint gonna tryI shouldnt *****, I shouldnt cryId start a revolution but I dont have timeI dont know why Im still a nice guyBut Im getting close to the borderlineClose to the borderlineI thought Id sacrifice so many thingsI thought Id throw them all awayI didnt think I needed anythingBut you cant afford to squander what youre 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 isnt new what Im going throughBut everybody knows you got to break sometimeAnother night I fought the good fightBut Im getting closer to the borderlineCloser to the borderline.
