Lyrics: The Edge

The Edge by The Cars (written by Ric Ocasek, ©198*)

 

Today you feel so hopped up like you’re cooking **

Prisoner of your own dilemma, you can keep the dirty looks

We’re talking* says the Chinaman, you can transplant instead

Or you can shuffle down to kingdom come but that’s just what he says

 

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge

You gotta take it off, come on, take it off… well…

 

Today you feel so cracked up, and you feel this running fever

That rises when you least expect it, and comes on like a cleaver

Get lost in the ballerina, it’s just like dancing with myself

And the only time you sneak around is when you need some kind of help, ho!

 

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge

You gotta take it off, come on, take it off…. go!

 

Today you feel electric, zippin and a-zappin

A little like ‘condition dead’ with all the extra trappings

I’m with you said the jedi, as he pockets all your hope

Well if you really want to hang yourself don’t supply* the extra rope

 

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge

Come on, take it off… take it… take it off… take off the edge

 

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge

You gotta take it off, come on, take off the edge

 

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta… come on, take it off… well

 

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge

You gotta take off the edge, take it off

You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge

Come on, take it off… well… take it off… take off the edge