On The Verge
Here we are now where are we?
It's like nothing I've ever seen
We got horse throated huckster's whispered gimmicks
Rubbernecking all the curious cynics
And headlong walkers, one born every minute
Do I plug it in or do I stick it in it?
Well, I don't know what came over me
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't think I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
Here we are now who are you?
The long lost gueens of some hoodoo?
Well, we're the last of the big time penetrators
Playing dead to fuck the undertaker
The movie'll come out a little bit later
The Men, The Legend, The Goat, The Saytr
Well, I don't know what came over me
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't say I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
Here we are now don't ask how
The time to leave was kind of now
Well, don't cry, baby, there's no cause for grief
Deadheading's never going to kill the chief
It's an empty road without relief
And I'm a highway romance milking thief
Well, I don't know what came over me
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't think I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't think I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
It's like nothing I've ever seen
We got horse throated huckster's whispered gimmicks
Rubbernecking all the curious cynics
And headlong walkers, one born every minute
Do I plug it in or do I stick it in it?
Well, I don't know what came over me
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't think I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
Here we are now who are you?
The long lost gueens of some hoodoo?
Well, we're the last of the big time penetrators
Playing dead to fuck the undertaker
The movie'll come out a little bit later
The Men, The Legend, The Goat, The Saytr
Well, I don't know what came over me
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't say I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
Here we are now don't ask how
The time to leave was kind of now
Well, don't cry, baby, there's no cause for grief
Deadheading's never going to kill the chief
It's an empty road without relief
And I'm a highway romance milking thief
Well, I don't know what came over me
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't think I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
I'm too dumb for words
Well, I didn't think I'd like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
I'm on the verge
Credits
Writer(s): Gordon Downie, Robert Baker, Johnny Fay, Paul Langlois, Gordon Sinclair
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