I just got back from the bordernAnd what I saw made me know for surenWe're out of ordernnI had a dream about New OrleansnAt Jackson Square I heard their prayernDown in New OrleansnnOn the run, there's a life for livin'nBut the people there, they just don't carenLivin' their life like a millionairenDown on the bordernnYou never see me in old IrannThe women there don't know who I amnIn old IrannnAnd I never will go to SingaporenThe people there will cut your hairnIn SingaporennOn their streets there's a life of plentynOh but they'll never know about the freedom shownTheir livin' in darkness years ago down on the bordernnThey built a wall at the bordernNot to keep us outnBut to leave no doubtnThey're out of order, heynnAnd all the people who are trapped withinnServe to show just how far we'll gonAnd how dumb we've beennnAt the top life looks so easynBut they'll never know what they'll never knownThey're much too busy countin' all their doughnFrom the border