At The Border, Guy

One, two, one, line check
One, one

We built the buildings of the new city
Out of the broken down peoples
And we built the new languages
Out of courtesy and velocity
Somebody got to have propulsion
Push the envelope

Extra, extra, read all about it
Common sense makes a comeback
Extra, extra, late in the distant city
There are seventeen burned out cars in the valley and "Boom," goes the refinery
Where do nomads go when the Dow Jones falls too low
Crazy world, Lee says forty nine

We tried to get across the river
Ringo, Bobo, el numero, holy cow
At Leek townhall tonight
Get me a taxi, godamn
Take me to a reggae city

I'm always reporting for you in the dangerous bureau
This is McNally, badge forty-nine, calling in
I'm with Mike Flynn
Taxi, godamn
Ringo