At the Edge - Queensrÿche

Yeah, you can smell it in air …

Frustration, you know, like no one cares

We’ve forgotten how to dream

When they come scraping through the wreckage and leave it all for saints to

sanctify

You’ll be dancing… at the edge of the world

Now read the headlines, What a sleeper

Now I ain’t Ghandi and I ain’t no teacher

But it’s all the rage with my generation, I’m doped up fat, can’t get it up

Gimmie another shot I’ll be fine.

I’ll be fine

Some one’s kicking in your door and you’re screaming for the more

Dancing at the edge.

Yeah you’re just going to take it?

Ain’t going to make me bow my head.

Dancing at the edge!

Time to listen, cards close

Time to look at what’s behind closed doors

Got gasoline, ammunition, like 911, a controlled demolition

«Come to Jesus», they say.

«Don't be a sinner»

They chose a mad man to be our leader

Now where’s the rage?

My generation, doped up fat

Can’t get it up.

Gimmie another shot!!!

I’ll be fine

Campaign promises.

No one’s buying it

How much can you take before your back breaks?

Now where’s your rage?

My generation, doped up fat, can’t get it up

Gimmie another shot!!!

Gimmie another shot!!!