Close To The Borderline — текст песни (Billy Joel)

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 don`t want to hear it but he won`t turn it down
Life is tough but it`s just enough
To hold back the tears until it`s closing time
I survived, I`m still alive
But I`m getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline

A buck three eighty
Won`t buy you much lately on the street these days
And when you can get gas
You know you can`t drive fast anymore on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no nuke yell we`re gonna all go to hell
With the next big meltdown
I got remote control and a color T.V.
I don`t change channels so they must change me
I got real close friends that will get me high
THey don`t know hot to talk and they ain`t gonna try
I shouldn`t bitch, I shouldn`t cry
I`d start a revolution but I don`t have time
I don`t know why I`m still a nice guy
But I`m getting close to the borderline
Close to the borderline

I thought I`d sacrifice so many things
I thought I`d throw them all away
I didn`t think I needed anything
But you can`t afford to squander what you`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
I need security to back my loan
It isn`t new what I`m going through
But everybody knows you got to break sometime
Another night I fought the good fight
But I`m getting closer to the borderline
Closer to the borderline.