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
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep
Can't touch the bottom oh

On the edge
Of a know-nothin' town
Feelin' quite superior
The [bad word] To the sky above
He just ain't nothin'
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...yeah
To the man above her
She just ain't nothin'...
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
Can't touch the bottom
Deep...yeah

Can't touch the bottom
The bottom