at the edge

Queensryche

Yeah, you can smell it in air ...
Frustration, you know, like no one cares.
Weââ?¬â?¢ve forgotten how to dream.
When they come scraping through the wreckage and leave it all for saints to sanctify,
Youââ?¬â?¢ll be dancing ...at the edge of the world.

Now read the headlines, What a sleeper.
Now I ainââ?¬â?¢t Ghandi and I ainââ?¬â?¢t no teacher.
But itââ?¬â?¢s all the rage with my generation, Iââ?¬â?¢m doped up fat, canââ?¬â?¢t get it up.
Gimmie another shot Iââ?¬â?¢ll be fine. Iââ?¬â?¢ll be fine.
Some oneââ?¬â?¢s kicking in your door and youââ?¬â?¢re screaming for the more.
Dancing at the edge. Yeah youââ?¬â?¢re just going to take it?
Ainââ?¬â?¢t going to make me bow my head. Dancing at the edge!

Time to listen, cards close.
Time to look at whatââ?¬â?¢s behind closed doors.
Got gasoline, ammunition, like 911, a controlled demolition.

ââ?¬Å?Come to Jesusââ?¬, they say. ââ?¬Å?Donââ?¬â?¢t be a sinnerââ?¬.
They chose a mad man to be our leader.
Now whereââ?¬â?¢s the rage? My generation, doped up fat.
Canââ?¬â?¢t get it up. Gimmie another shot!!! Iââ?¬â?¢ll be fine.

Campaign promises. No oneââ?¬â?¢s buying it.
How much can you take before your back breaks?
Now whereââ?¬â?¢s your rage?
My generation, doped up fat, canââ?¬â?¢t get it up.
Gimmie another shot!!! Gimmie another shot!!!