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i am the small town lineman,
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!

and since the scramble ended,
since the west was won on wagon trails,
it seems 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 sh-r- 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 emb-ssies wherever the h-ll i please,
and at -ssemblies 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.

- million dead

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