On the Fringe
I live as a wasteland warrior
Living on the ragged edge
Picking my way through the aftermath
While humanity clings to the ledge
They changes all the laws around us
And built themselves into a wall
Filled up their prison with guys like me
Guys who don't have it all
Perhaps I'm happier struggling
Than rotting alone in a cage
Perhaps I'm happier fighting my life
Than dying alone of my rage
Don't matter if you live in prison
Or chained to a desk all day
If you don't have the freedom to get up and go
You're a slave to someone's dossier
I load my dusty equipment
In to this dusty old bar
We set up our rusty old keyboards
And I tune this rusty guitar
In walk the ragged survivors
In walk the last of the free
They wait for a night of abandon
As I tune my bouzouk on my knee
Somewhere somes got it easy
Somewhere somes got it all
We'll play for you folk
At the edge of the world
"˜till the last of the world finally falls