On the edge, 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...
Whoa, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah... can't touch the bottom
Oh, on the edge of a know-nothin' town
Feelin' quite superior, the aged come
To the sky above he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep...
Ooh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah... 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 nothin'
And she doesn't like the view
She doesn't like the view
But he sinks himself deep
Oh, can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom
Can't touch the bottom
Deep, yeah...
Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...