Borders Songtext
von The Undercover Hippy

We put up the borders that board us into our boxes
Oh can′t you see now how the locksmith lies?
Stoking up the national pride
While they're keeping all the wealth inside (repeat)
We put up the borders
To keep out the needy man
Borders
To protect the greedy man
Borders To keep all the living men dead, dead, dead
We put up the borders
That separate us from our fellow human beings
Emphasizing difference instead of seeing
The reflections that connect us
Connections that perfect us
The similarities of factors that affect us in our
Everyday existence on this planet that we all live upon
Six billion expressions of the same essential one
The same essential force
That fundamental source
Of energy that manifests itself in oh so many different forms.


And it′s
All alright and all ok and that's just fine you know but
Me I know that sometimes you have to draw the lines just to make
Sense of what you see
Of this reality
But understand the lines you draw only exist within your mind,
It's the
Illusion of separation,
Whoa oh oh
Separating nation from nation, the
Justification for social segregation
So deep in our delusions like a world of mental patients,
Now it′s
Time to tear down the asylum walls and let the patients out, it′s
Time to let the refugees inside and share the wealth about, it's
Time that we all understand
We are just one land
Just one people, people it′s time to make a stand and say
No woh woh woh
I won't go woh woh woh
I won′t go quietly no no no
I won't go quietly no no no
And if I do, well you should know
You can′t trap my soul
Trap my soul
Behind these
Borders that board us...//
We put up the borders
To keep out the needy man...
Borders
That elevate the status of those with resources
Never wonder from what plundering the source is misappropriated
Excavated from the living earth
Minerals like outlaw criminals flee from their place of birth and
Make the journey northwards
Destined for our waters where they're
Welcomed in with open arms by the governments and corporates
Container ships slip over border points with ease
When they're carrying the commodities that service our greed, but meanwhile
Deep down in the belly of the ship, a secret human cargo waits
No food or water′s passed a man′s lips for the last eleven days
Kept alive by memories of families they've left behind
They ride the waves towards the promise of a better life
Some flee from tyranny
Some simply seek a way
To lift themselves up from the poverty that stalks them every day
Some run away from never ending civil war
For every single one of them
This is the last resort and they say
We put up the borders that board us into our boxes
Oh can′t you see now how the locksmith lies?
Stoking up the national pride
While they're keeping all the wealth inside