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