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 change 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 the 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

Into 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 buzuq 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

'Til the last of the world finally falls