Over The Edge

The Kinks

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    Everybody is a victim of society
    Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville and 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 by
    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
    And walk on the high wire
    Put on make-up, wear a wig
    I'll be your tragic clown
    But once you've got me up there
    I can't easily come down

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    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 turning upside-down
    Civilization's dead, over the edge
    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 over the edge
    He's putting 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, 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

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    Composición: Davies (Gb 1) Ray

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