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, yeah...

Whoa, can't touch the bottom

In too deep, yeah...oh, 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, yeah...

Ooh, can't touch the bottom

In too deep, yeah...uh huh, can't touch the bottom

In too deep...

Ohhh...Ohhh...

Ow...

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, 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...

Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...

Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...

Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...

Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...

Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...