Intro
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Verse 1
I am the small town linesman
And you'll find me out here on the line.
Searching ceaselessly to simply
Find a place i can call mine.
Every corner of this country
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
The city lies before me,
Another city sprawling out behind.
Chorus
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Verse 2
Since the Scramble ended,
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
Panopticon prevailed.
My walkabouts no longer take me
Beyond a choice of different jails.
Why should i have to choose a state
When every one of them has failed?
Chorus
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
And i promise not to overthrow the state
(slide up shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.
Bridge
So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all i found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I'll declare my own sovereign state, - I cant figure out the bridge =[
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.
Chorus
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
And i promise not to overthrow the state
(slide up shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.
And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone
(slide up shape)
As long as where
I lay my head i can be my very own.
(Repeat Intro)
I am the Winchester lineman.
Chorus
Cos I’m a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Coda
But here I will not remain-
No I'll ride into the sunset,
Where my horse waits on the plain,
slide to
And I keep walking the li --------- ine.