At the Edge

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 d**ed 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

D**ed 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

D**ed up fat

Can't get it up

Gimmie another shot

Gimmie another shot