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