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. And 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 Mazzini's paradisical Panopticon prevailed. My walkabouts no longet 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.