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• After the rush hour

I am the small town linesman
And you'll find me out here on the line.
Searching ceaselessly to simply
Find a place I can call mine.
And every corner of this country
Criss-crossed out with coloured lines.
The city lies before me,
Another city sprawling out behind.

I am a frontiersman,
Trapped in suburban England.

Since the Scramble ended,
Since the West was won with wagon trails,
It seems Mazzini's paradisical
Panopticon prevailed.
My walkabouts no longet take me
Beyond a choice of different gaols.
Why should I have to choose a state
When every one of them has failed?

I am a frontiersman,
Trapped in suburban England.
And I promise not to overthrow the state
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.

So I have sailed the seven seas alone,
Trying to find a shore I can call home.
But all I found are different flags,
Double-speaking diplomats, and
I do not have time for that.
So I'll declare my own sovereign state,
The borders based on the bottoms of my boots,
And I will open embassies
Wherever the hell I please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.

I am a frontiersman,
Trapped in suburban England.
And I promise not to overthrow the state
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.

And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone
as long as where I lay my head I can be my very own.
I am the Winchester lineman.

I am a frontiersman,
Trapped in suburban England,
But here I will not remain
I'll ride into the sunset,
My horse waits on the plain,
And I keep walking the line.

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