Текст песни Abney Park - On the Fringe

I like a fighter who lives in the wastelands,
Living on the ragged edge
Living on the brink.
Picking my way through the aftermath
I opt for a way through the consequences,
While humanity clings to the edge
As long as humanity adheres to the edge.

They change all the laws around us
They change all around us laws
And built themselves into a wall
And lining the wall.
Filled up their prison with guys like me
Fill in prison guys like me,
Guys who do not have it all
Those who do not have it all.

Perhaps I'm happier struggling
Perhaps it's easier to suffer,
Than rotting alone in a cage
The rot alone in the cell.
Perhaps I'm happier fighting my life
Perhaps I will be more happy, fighting for his life,
Than dying alone of my rage
The dying alone with rage.

Do not matter if you live in prison
What is the difference - life in prison
Or chained to a desk all day
Or to be chained to the desk all day?
If you do not have the freedom to get up and go
If you do not have the right to get up and leave,
You're a slave to someone's dossier
What are you - a slave of someone's file.

I load my dusty equipment
I charge my dusty equipment
In to this dusty old bar
And heading into this dusty old bar.
We set up our rusty old keyboards
We set up our old, rusted synthesizers,
And I tune this rusty guitar
I tune the guitar rusty.

In walk the ragged survivors
In a way the exhausted survivors,
In walk the last of the free
The path of the last remaining free,
They wait for a night of abandon
They are waiting for the Emancipation of the night,
As I tune my bouzouk on my knee
And I tune on bouzouki knee. 1

Somewhere somes got it easy
Somewhere someone is easier,
Somewhere somes got it all
Somewhere someone is clear.
We'll play for you folk
We play for you, the people,
At the edge of the world
At the edge of the world,
'Till the last of the world finally falls
While the remnants of his finally collapse.