Man on the Edge

The freeway is jammed

And it's backed up for miles

The car is an oven and baking is wild

Nothing is ever the way it should be

What we deserve we just don't get "TO" see

A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge

Each step "GETS" closer to losing his head

Is someone in heaven are they looking down

Cause nothing is fair just you look around

Falling down

Falling down

Falling down

He's sick of waiting of lying like this

There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss

Branded a leper because you don't fit

In the land of the free

you "JUST" live by your wits

Once he built missiles a nation's defence

Now he can't even give birthday presents

Accross the city he leaves in his wake

A glimpse of the future a cannibal state