Lyric On The Verge

Here we are, now where are we?
It s like nothing I ve ever seen
We got hoarse-throated hucksters whispered gimmicks
Rubbernecking the curious cynics
And headlong-walkers, one born every minute
Do I plug it in? Or do I stick it in it?

I don t know what came over me
I m too dumb for words
I didn t think I d like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I m on the verge

Here we are, now who are you?
The long lost Queen s of some Hoodoo?
Well we re the last of the big-time penetrators
Playing dead to fuck the undertaker
The movie ll come out a little bit later
The Men, The Legend, The Goat, The Satyr

I don t know what came over me
I m too dumb for words
I didn t say I d like it here at all
Bit I swear, I swear I m on the verge

Here we are, now don t ask how
The time to leave was kinda now
Well don t cry, baby, there s no cause for grief

Deadheading s never gonna kill the Chief
It s an empty road without relief
And I m a highway romance milking Thief

I don t know what came over me
I m too dumb for words
I didn t think I d like it here at all
But I swear, I swear I m on the verge