on the edge on the edge

i believe im on the edge

and through a window dirty window

and need some light and air

and she came upon my window with a promise of love

just lie through the skin on yyour teeth and she's sure to let you go



i dont really want you to leave now im on parole

consumed by the love of another im on parole



i catch my breath my smokey breath

for the first time in a century

these prison walls filthy walls look better looking out than looking in

then she came upon my window with a promise of love

just lie through the skin on your teeth and she's sure to let you go