Billy Joel: Close to the border line

Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicideThe buns drop dead and dogs go madIn packs on the West SideYoung girl standing on a ledge looks like another suicideShe wants to hit those bricks'Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadlineWhile the millionaires hide in Beekman PlaceThe bag ladies throw their bones in my faceI get attacked by a kid with stereo soundI don't want to hear it but he won't turn it downLife is tough but it's just enoughTo hold back the tears until it's closing timeI survived, I'm still aliveBut I'm getting close to the borderlineClose to the borderlineA buck three eightyWon't buy you much lately on the street these daysAnd when you can get gasYou know you can't drive fast anymore on the parkwaysRich man, poor man, either way AmericanShoved into the lost and foundThe no nuke yell we're gonna all go to hellWith the next big meltdownI got remote control and a color T.V.I don't change channels so they must change meI got real close friends that will get me highTHey don't know hot to talk and they ain't gonna tryI shouldn't bitch, I shouldn't cryI'd start a revolution but I don't have timeI don't know why I'm still a nice guyBut I'm getting close to the borderlineClose to the borderlineI thought I'd sacrifice so many thingsI thought I'd throw them all awayI didn't think I needed anythingBut you can't afford to squander what you're not prepared to payI need a doctor for my pressure pillsI need a lawyer for my medical billsI need a banker to finance my homeIneed security to back my loanIt isn't new what I'm going throughBut everybody knows you got to break sometimeAnother night I fought the good fightBut I'm getting closer to the borderlineCloser to the borderline.