by H. Farca

Created on: August 30, 2009

Whats it like, living on the edge, you ask.

I say, its tough. I say its way-hard;

I say..

Its the bang bang bang in your neighborhood,

The push push push of the misunderstood,

The beat beat beat of the young women,

The cry cry cry, of the small children.

Its the dark, yes, the dark..

Whats it like living on the edge, you ask.

I say its rough, i say its on-guard;

I say...

Its the run run run when the fathers go,

The risk risk risk of my best loved bro,

The drop drop drop out-of my old high school,

The tease tease tease when you're not that cool.

Its the dark, yes, the dark...

Whats it like living on the edge you ask.

I say its bluff, i say its re-tard;

I say...

Its the crack crack crack of your old sister,

The kill kill kill of your fAv hipster,

The pain pain pain of the street homeless,

The leave leave leave of the kids folkless.

Its the dark, yes, the dark..

Whats i like, living on the edge you ask.

I say its (e) 'nough, I say its trap-ward;

I say...

Its the ouch ouch ouch when you're all hungry,

The rage rage rage when the drawers empty,

The knock knock knock of the big police,

The yell yell yell when it does not cease.

Its the dark, yes, the dark...

Whats it like, living on the edge you ask.

I say its stuff, i say its burnt-charred;

I say...

Its the rip rip rip of the families,

The dry dry dry of the brittle leaves,

The cold cold cold of the inside parts,

The torn torn torn of all broken hearts.

Its the dark, Oh yes, the dark...

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