F#m A On the edge, a windowsill F#m A Ponders his maker, ponders his will F#m To the street below A He just ain't nothing F# But he's got a great view C B F# A And he sinks the needle deep, yeah [Chorus] Oh! F# C B Can't touch the bottom F# A In too deep, yeah Uh-huh F# C B Can't touch the bottom [Verse 2] F#m A Oh, on the edge of a know-nothing town F#m A Feeling quite superior, the age had come F#m To the sky above A He just ain't nothing F# But he's got a great view C B F# A And he sinks the burning knife deep, yeah [Chorus] F# C B Can't touch the bottom F# A In too deep, yeah Uh-huh F# C B Can't touch the bottom F# In too deep [Bridge] Am C A C Oh Am C A C Oh [Verse 3] F#m A On the edge of a Christmas-clean love F#m Young virgin down from heaven A Visiting hell F#m To the man above her A She just ain't nothing F# And she doesn't like the view A She doesn't like the view F# She doesn't like the view C B F# A But he sinks himself deep [Chorus] Oh! F# C B Can't touch the bottom F# A In too deep, yeah Uh-huh F# C B Can't touch the bottom F# A Can't touch the bottom F# C B Deep, yeah [Outro] C B Am Oh, the bottom A Yeah C B Am Oh, the bottom A Yeah C B Am Oh, the bottom A Yeah C B Am Oh, the bottom A Yeah C B Am Oh, the bottom A Yeah C Oh