Man On The Edge
(Bayley, Gers)

Bruce:A story about briefcase and a lunch and man on the edge.

The freeway is jammed
And it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we don't get you see

A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven, are they looking down
Nothing is fair just you look around
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down

Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
He's sick of waiting of lying like this
There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss
Branded a leper because you don't fit
In the land of the free
You just live by your wits

Once he built missiles a nation's defense
Now he can't even give birthday presents
Across the city he leaves in his wake
A glimpse of the future, a canibal staaaaaaaaaaate
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down

Falling down
Falling down
Falling down
The freeway is jammed
And it's backed up for miles
The car is an oven and baking is wild
Nothing is ever the way it should be
What we deserve we just don't get you see

A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge
Each step gets closer to losing his head
Is someone in heaven, are they looking down
Nothing is fair, you look around
Bruce: Sing for me!!!
Falling down
Falling down
Falling down

Falling down
Falling down
Falling down

Falling down
Falling down
Falling down

Falling down
Falling down
Falling down, yeaaaaah, yeaaaaaaaaaah!
Ooooooooooh!
 
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