Borders Lyrics

The song Borders is performed by 311 in the album named Transistor in the year 1997 .

There are days I wanna leave L A
I wanna break out the maze
Escape the dark haze, these days
So many kids I know your feelin' crazed
Craze materials thangs and makin' slave wages

Baggy pockets only got laudry fluff
You're livin' where rich people always buyin' stuff
So you try to act tough and hide what's inside
Hold your head high gettin' f**ked up rollin' dice
As bad as yours and and bad enough, I'm sure
My heart wants to love, but must navigate through war

'Cuz seein' that we're wired to short circuit
Must mean the meek who will inherit the earth
Already work it

There's a land by the sand grab the money
Plastic, the life, end of the century
People actin' fake can't see the omens
Wake up yourself 'cause change is comin'

Theres a land by the sand, grab the money
Hollywood is such a place, fuelin' the frenzy
And everybody starts to peep around corners
Before they take their next steps, they know their borders

In this 1998 plus shipping and handling type nether
World everytime merchandise dips in our coffers
We buy that imagine that cost of livin' uh huh
The fakest shit and act cool our friends are watchin'
Attention shoppers, check the selection in your reflection
Don't you feel good? Does it enhance your fresh complexion?

You gotta have it your God got to have it, what?
You gotta have it your God got to have it
As the world turns and all the money we burn
On the bullshit to make us happy, sometimes we never learn
That we're self centered, we think we're better
We look down, as a people, upon our elders

Theres a land buy the sand, grab the money
Now let go of it 'cause its dissolving
It created all your fears and kept you hustling
Made you sever all the ties to your family

There's a land by the sand grab the money
Plastic the life, end of the century
People actin' fake can't see the omens
Wake up yourself 'cause change is comin'

Theres a land by the sand, grab the Money
Hollywood is such a place, fuelin' the frenzy
And everybody starts to peep around corners
Before they take their next steps, they know thier borders

311 - Transistor

Aug 1997

Borders