Borderline - Tove Styrke

The boys of the empire

They set my head on fire

Pull the plug sire

I’ll spit fire

Gents of the empire

Strangle my desire

Pull the plug sire

And I’ll spit fire

I’m borderline happy, and I’m borderline sad

I’m borderline good and I’m borderline bad

And I can’t get rid of this tingling fear

You’d sort me out if my head gets clear

I live my life in shackles, but I’m borderline free

I used to be blind and I still can’t see

And I won’t get around to a change of mind

As long as nobody breaks my stride

Tricks of the empire

Make happy kids aim higher

Higher up they wet fire

Fools of the empire