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Man On The Edge

The freeway is jammed 
And it's backed up for miles 
The car is an oven and baking is wild 
Nothing is ever the way it should be 
What we deserve we just don't get you see 

A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge 
Each step get closer to losing his head 
Is someone in heaven are they looking down 
Cause nothing is fair just you look around 

Falling down 
Falling down 
Falling down 

He's sick of waiting of lying like this 
There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss 
Branded a leper because you don't fit 
In the land of the free 
you can't live by your wits 

Once he built missiles a nation's defence 
Now he can't even give birthday presents 
Accross the city he leaves in his wake 
A glimpse of the future a cannibal state