Everybody is a of society Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville players in the grand tradition Winners and losers till the
Girl, I know the a stage what the poet said But I think our weird Is way above my I'll be Casanova whipping boy If that's what you But I start performing I can't retire
I'll on a trapeze I'll through hoops And I'll eat Be a human ball Walk on the high Put on make-up, a wig I'll be your tragic The once got me up there I can't come down
Don't drive me over the of it Can't you see I've got mixed-up Joined the crowd, just to be of it was the start of it
Oh, Now I'm over the drive me over the edge of it Oh,Over the
The is turnin' upside-down dead Economic turmoil, now the is in the red Democracy's a shadow of its glory Law and orders broken End of
My next door totally snapped He's gone right the edge He's playing up barbed barricades Around the garden And planting land mines on the He's barmy According to his He's formed a secret
since he got laid off Something inside His wife he's gone 'round the twist Now no turning back All night he waits in the shed For the to attack A vigilante Dressed up in a jack over the edge
Oh, the edge drive me over the edge of it
Woman, you are gonna me Totally the edge Is it yes or is it no? Are you gonna take the The pressures of society are getting to brain And forced you to act And put me under all this
But don't drive me the edge of it while I've still got emotions Joined the crowd, just to be of it was the start of it
Oh, now the edge drive me over the edge of it Oh, the edge Don't me over the edge of it
Everybody is a victim of Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville, Pantomime in the grand tradition Forced into roles that leave them driven
Right the edge