It's always raining over the border there's been a plane crash out there in the wheatfields they're picking up the pieces we could go and look and stare
How many friends have we over there ? the border guards fight unconvincingly whatever we do it seems things are arranged we always have to feed the enemy
You could dance for me and punch me through dance for me
We watched them trash thee last camera glued to all our TV's the actors on the replay trying again to touch you and me
But they always seem to know exactly what they're talking about now they've got you in a corner you've got no room to move you've got no room for doubt that's exactly what they're talking about now they're got you in a corner no room to move no room for doubt
