Kinks Over The Edge Lyrics

Over The Edge Lyrics

Everybody is a victim of society

Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville variety

Pantomime players in the grand tradition

Winners and losers till the intermission



Girl, I know the world's a stage

That's what the poet said

But I think our weird relationship

Is way above my head

I'll be your Casanova whipping boy

If that's what you desire

But once I start performing

I can't easily retire



I'll swing on a trapeze

I'll jump through hoops

And I'll eat fire

Be a human cannon ball

Walk on the high wire

Put on make-up, wear a wig

I'll be your tragic clown

The once you've got me up there

I can't easily come down



Don't drive me over the edge of it

Can't you see I've got mixed-up emotions?

Joined the crowd, just to be part of it

That was the start of it



Oh, Now I'm over the edge

Don't drive me over the edge of it

Oh,Over the edge



The world is turnin' upside-down

Civilization's dead

Economic turmoil, now the world is in the red

Democracy's a shadow of its former glory

Law and orders broken down

End of story



My next door neighbour's totally snapped

He's gone right over the edge

He's playing up barbed wire barricades

Around the garden hedge

And planting land mines on the lawn

He's gone barmy

According to his wife

He's formed a secret army



Ever since he got laid off

Something inside snapped

His wife says he's gone 'round the twist

Now there's no turning back

All night he waits in the garden shed

For the enemy to attack

A suburban vigilante

Dressed up in a union jack

He's over the edge



Oh, Over the edge

Don't drive me over the edge of it



Woman, you are gonna drive me

Totally over the edge

Is it yes or is it no?

Are you gonna take the pledge?

The pressures of society are getting to your brain

And forced you to act weird

And put me under all this strain



But don't drive me over the edge of it

Stop while I've still got emotions

Joined the crowd, just to be part of it

That was the start of it



Oh, now over the edge

Don't drive me over the edge of it

Oh, over the edge

Don't drive me over the edge of it



Everybody is a victim of society

Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville, variety

Pantomime players in the grand tradition

Forced into roles that leave them totally driven



Right over the edge