Over the edge

The blood rushes, rushes in his veins, down to his fingertips, yea,

the child hushes, hushes till its drained, and torn and ripped, yea.

The strokes of brushes, brushes of the paint, the concrete but it chipped, yea,

the pain crushes, crushes all he saw, until he slipped, mmmm.

(Chorus)

Hanging, over the edge,

of a skyscraper.

Dangling, over the edge,

'till he rips like..p-p-p-paper, yea!

(2nd verse)

He steps close, closer to the point of no return, yea,

And he knows, knows it's gonna burn, oh yea.

But he chose, chose to end it all, right here right now, yea.

A black rose, rose sits on the door, as he takes a bow, mmmm.

(Chorus)

Hanging, over the edge,

of a skyscraper.

Dangling, over the edge,

'till he rips like p-p-p-paper!

(3rd verse)

Should he go, go ino the air?

He don't know, know but he doesn't care.

Welcome to the show, show of hands now, everywhere,

he'll fall so low, so low so does he dare?

(Chorus)

Hanging, over the edge,

of a skyscraper.

Dangling, over the edge,

t'till he rips like p-p-p-paper!

(End Chorus)

Yea!

Yea!

Yea!

Over the edge.

Over the edge.

Over the edge.