Song Lyrics

The Russians, the Americans, the British and their friends
They're carving up the world again, it's getting kind of tense
A whole lot of posture and very little sense
It's no surprise they hide behind a wall and not a fence
The Irish and the English and the Scottish and the Welsh
A damp and misty history, they're keeping to themselves
I'll often talk antiquity and smoldering descent
Invisible division, behind a wall and not a fence

Trouble at the border, in the eleventh hour
Ditch and wire and palisade in the line of fire
Call up the cavalry and double up the guard
Plan for catastrophe inside the house of cards

In China they got worried so they built themselves a wall
They built it big and long and tall to keep away the horde
A hundred years of burning toil, and many lives expent
The steely grip of dynasty, behind a wall and not a fence

Trouble at the border, in the eleventh hour
Ditch and wire and palisade in the line of fire
Call up the cavalry and double up the guard
Plan for catastrophe inside the house of cards

Trouble at the border, in the eleventh hour
Ditch and wire and palisade in the line of fire
Call up the cavalry and double up the guard
Plan for catastrophe inside the house of cards

Emperor and sovereigns and kings and presidents
Dictators and ambassadors engage in our defense
A lifetime of good service, of selfless good intent
And guaranteed immunity, behind a wall and not a fence

Trouble at the border, in the eleventh hour
Ditch and wire and palisade in the line of fire
Call up the cavalry and double up the guard
Plan for catastrophe inside the house of cards

Trouble at the border, in the eleventh hour
Ditch and wire and palisade in the line of fire
Call up the cavalry and double up the guard
Plan for catastrophe inside the house of cards

David Smith, John Baggott, Justin Alexander Adams, Robert Anthony Plant, William Fuller