Border Talk - Nitzer Ebb

I was in a van

A cold day in january stopped sliding by

They wanted to know

«Where ya from?

where ya heading?»

Just everything I knew which was nothing, still isn’t

A jet came to a halt

Not far to fly

More questions than hours wasted in the air

«Who?

where?

why?»

Border talk

Cross country walk

Take my hand

No friends to speak of

In border talk

An other wheels story

Stepped outta the bus

The dogs were real hungry that day

As you can imagine

We were mostly clean

Huh!

mostly

But they couldn’t wait to ask us

Like I say mostly

«What you been smokin' boy?»

«500 should cover that, shouldn’t it?»

Of course it did

I’m just saying

You can be a no man in anyone’s land

Unless you’re the diplomatically immunised

You’re someone to be scrutinized

By governments in arms not opened nearly

As wide as their mouths, blabbing

About freedom

But freedom isn’t their language

They don’t speak that

Border talk

Cross country walk

Take my hand

Border talk

Cross country walk

Take my hand

No friends to speak of

In border talk no friends to speak of

In border talk