Video de 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
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 the
Mazzini
's
paradisiacal
Panopticon
prevailed
My walkabouts no longer 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