At the Border, Guy

One, two, one
Line check
One, one

We built the buildings of the new city
Out of the broken down peoples
And we built the new languages
Out of courtesy and velocity
Somebody got to have propulsion
Push the envelope

Extra, extra, read all about it
Common sense makes a comeback
Extra, extra, late in the distant city
There are seventeen burned out cars in the valley
And, "Boom," goes the refinery
Where do nomads go when the Dow Jones falls too low
Crazy world
Lee says forty-nine

We tried to get across the river
Ringo, Bobo, el numero
At Leek gall, Leek town hall tonight
Get me a taxi, goddamn
Take me to a reggae city

I'm always reporting for you
From the dangerous bureau
This is McNally, badge forty-nine, calling in
I'm with Mike Flynn
Taxi, goddamn
Ringo