Lyrics The Kinks – Over The Edge
Text:
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
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
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
Album
The Kinks – Phobia
