Over the Edge, James

Well I haven't been the same since the garden died And I don't wanna raise the little ones inside He said your bag was at the beach Turned out the prick lied So I raised a petition And turned to the side And said "oh, oh, oh, over the edge, James," "Drive, drive, drive, we're committing suicide," Well I don't wanna be another Ray Davies Throwing white curses at white ladies As soft pink babies flap their limbs (?) So there's me, sitting up on the fence all clinical How are these bastards so cynical? And I don't even know If these seeds are gonna grow I just kinda threw them in a pile Sort of vaguely in a row So go, go, go over the edge, James Drive, drive, drive, we're committing suicide