Billy Joel Close To The Borderline Lyrics

Close To The Borderline Lyrics

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.