I’ve heard it called “flyin'” and I’ve heard it called “fun”
I’ve heard it called “life” livin’ under the gun
But if it’s so great why do I want to run
From livin’ on the edge
Livin’ on the edge

It’s runnin’ and hidin’ and stretchin’ the rules
It’s fallin’ and drownin’ in thimble-sized pools
A loner who’s numbered with love-hungry fools
Just dyin’ on the edge
Dyin’ on the edge

It’s sharp as a razor, it cuts like a knife
Where dyin’s just pain and where hatin’s just strife
It cuts back the callus and leaks out the life
I’m fallin’ over the edge
Fallin’ over the edge

Words and Music by Chuck Brown