Lyrics Borders - Nearr

Borders

An aged faded clown
Sat down at the table
He cast a glance down
His faded clown’s stable
Best tie and best makeup
No need in a shake-up
Who cares about borders
When there is no order?
One hippy-ass tea and
A spoonful of world peace
His spaceship has landed
Straight from nineteen sixties
Best toga, best nothing
Best show for assassins
The issue’s not pressing
If nothing’s depressing
Who cares about borders
Fulfilling wife’s orders?