After the Rush Hour Lyrics

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.
Cos I'm a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Since the Scramble ended,
Since the West was won on wagon trails,
It seems the Mazzini's paradisical
Panopticon prevailed.
My walkabouts no longer take me
Beyond a choice of different jails.
Why should i have to choose a state
When every one of them has failed?
Cos I'm a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
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, - I cant figure out the bridge =(
The borders based on the
Bottoms of my boots,
And i will open embasies
Wherever the hell i please,
And at assemblies
You will see me sat
But never on my knees.
Cos I'm a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
Build Up to Bridge
And i promise not to overthrow the state
D(slide up C shape)
If allowed to redraw the atlas before
I emigrate.
And I'd gladly leave your Metternich's alone
D(slide up C shape)
As long as where
I lay my head i can be my very own.
(Repeat Intro)
I am the Winchester lineman.
Cos I'm a frontiers man,
Trapped in suburban England.
But here I will not remain-
No I'll ride into the sunset,
Where my horse waits on the plain,
C slide to D
And I keep walking the li --------- ine.