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just got
back from the border, and what I saw made me know
for sure we're out of order. I had a dream about
New Orleans, in Jackson Square I heard a prayer,
down in New Orleans, on the run there's a life for
livin', but the people there, they just don't
care, livin' their life like a millionaire, down
on the border.
You'll never see me in orld Iran,
the women there don't know who I am, in old Iran,
and I never will go to Singapore, the people there
will cut your hair, in Singapore, on their streets
there's life a plenty, but they'll never know
about the freedom show, they're livin' in
darkness, years ago, down on the border.
They
build a wall at the border, not to keep us out,
but to leave no doubt they're out of order, and
all the people who are trapped within, serve to
show just how far we'll go and how dumb we've
been, at the top life looks to easy, but they'll
never know what they'll never know, they're much
too busy countin' all their dough from the border,
from the border, down on the border, down on the
border, down on the border.