Tytuł: Over the edge

• Wykonawca: The Kinks
• Wyświetleń: 215

Everybody is a victim of society
   Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and variety
   Pantomime players in the grand tradition
   Winners and losers till the intermission
  
   Girl, I know the world's a stage
   That's what the poet said
   But I think our weird relationship
   Is way above my head
   I'll be your Casanova whipping by
   If that's what you desire
   But once I start performing
   I can't easily retire
  
   I'll swing on a trapeze
   I'll jump through hoops
   And I'll eat fire
   Be a human cannon ball
   And walk on the high wire
   Put on make-up, wear a wig
   I'll be your tragic clown
   But once you've got me up there
   I can't easily come down
  
   Don't drive me over the edge of it
   Can't you see I've got mixed-up emotions
   Joined the crowd just to be part of it
   That was the start of it
   Oh, now I'm over the edge
   (Don't drive me over the edge of it)
   Oh, over the edge
  
   The world is turning upside-down
   Civilization's dead, over the edge
   Economic turmoil, now the world is in the red
   Democracy's a shadow of its former glory
   Law and orders broken-down
   End of story
  
   My next door neighbour's totally snapped
   He's gone over the edge
   He's putting up barbed wire barricades
   Around the garden hedge
   And planting land mines on the lawn
   He's gone barmy
   According to his wife, he's formed a secret army
   Ever since he got laid off
   Something inside snapped
   His wife says he's gone 'round the twist
   Now there's no turning back
   All night he waits in the garden shed
   For the enemy to attack
   A suburban vigilante
   Dressed up in a union jack
   He's over the edge, oh, over the edge
  
   Don't drive me over the edge of it
   Woman, you are gonna drive me
   Totally over the edge
   Is it yeas or is it no
   Are you gonna take the pledge
   The pressure of society are getting to your brain
   And forced you to act weird
   And put me under all this strain
   But don't drive me over the edge of it
   Stop while I've still got emotions
   Joined the crowd, just to be part of it
   That was the start of it
   Oh, over the edge
   Don't drive me over the edge of it
  
   Everybody is a victim of society
   Comedy, tragedy
   Vaudeville, variety
   Pantomime players in the grand tradition
   Forced into roles that leave them totally driven
   Right over the edge