On
the edge...a windowsill.
Ponders his maker, ponders his will.
To the street below he just ain’t nothin,
But he’s got a great view
And he sinks the needle deep.
Can’t touch the bottom.
In too deep. Can’t touch the bottom.
On the edge of a know-nothing town.
Feeling quite superior, the aged come.
To the sky above he just ain’t nothing,
But he’s got a great view
And he sinks the burning knife deep.
Can’t touch the bottom. In too deep.
Can’t touch the bottom. In too deep.
On the edge of a Christmas clean love.
Young virgin from heaven... visiting Hell.
To the man above her she just ain’t nothing,
And she doesn’t like the view...
She doesn’t like the view...
She doesn’t like the view...
But he sinks himself deep.
Can’t touch the bottom. In too deep.
Can’t touch the bottom. [2x]
Deep...
The bottom... [5x]
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