On the edge, a windowsill
Ponders his maker, ponders his will
To the street below, he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view, and he sinks a needle deep (Yeah, yeah)
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep, yeah, yeah, yeah (uh-huh!)
Can't touch the bottom
On the edge of a, know-nothing town
Feeling quite superior, the aged come
To the sky above, he just ain't nothin'
But he's got a great view
And he sinks a burning knife deep
Yeah!
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep (yeah!)
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep
On the edge of a Christmas clean love
Young virgin from Heaven visiting
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
Can't touch the bottom
In too deep (yeah!, yeah!)
Can't touch the bottom
Can't touch the bottom, deep (yeah, yeah)
(Ooh ooh ooh) hey
(Ooh ooh ooh) hey, the bottom
Hey (Ooh ooh ooh)
Hey, the bottom
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