Lyrics Borderline - Tove Styrke

Borderline

The boys of the empire
They set my head on fire
Pull the plug sire
I’ll spit fire
Gents of the empire
Strangle my desire
Pull the plug sire
And I’ll spit fire
I’m borderline happy, and I’m borderline sad
I’m borderline good and I’m borderline bad
And I can’t get rid of this tingling fear
You’d sort me out if my head gets clear
I live my life in shackles, but I’m borderline free
I used to be blind and I still can’t see
And I won’t get around to a change of mind
As long as nobody breaks my stride
Tricks of the empire
Make happy kids aim higher
Higher up they wet fire
Fools of the empire