Everybody is a victim of Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville Pantomime players in the tradition Winners and losers till the
Girl, I know the a stage what the poet said But I our weird relationship Is way above my I'll be Casanova whipping boy If what you desire But I start performing I can't easily
I'll swing on a I'll jump through And I'll eat Be a human ball on the high wire Put on make-up, a wig be your tragic clown The once got me up there I can't come down
drive me over the edge of it Can't you see I've got emotions? Joined the crowd, to be part of it That was the of it
Oh, Now I'm over the Don't drive me over the of it Oh,Over the
The world is upside-down Civilization's turmoil, now the world is in the red Democracy's a of its former glory Law and orders broken End of
My next door totally snapped He's gone over the edge He's up barbed wire barricades Around the garden And planting mines on the lawn He's barmy According to his formed a secret army
Ever he got laid off inside snapped His wife says he's gone 'round the Now no turning back All night he waits in the shed For the to attack A suburban Dressed up in a union He's the edge
Oh, Over the Don't drive me over the of it
Woman, you are drive me Totally over the Is it yes or is it no? Are you gonna take the The of society are getting to your brain And forced you to act And put me under all this
But don't drive me over the of it Stop while I've still got the crowd, just to be part of it That was the of it
Oh, now the edge Don't drive me over the of it Oh, the edge Don't drive me over the of it
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