Edging

Duration

2:18

Genres

Folk

Lyrics

You took a bus to the edge of the street; to the edge of the city on the edge of the sea – and you thought about leaving but you never will. And oh, while you make up your mind, Im on the edge of my seat and oh, while you make up your mind, I’m on the edge of my seat The poets and the lovers In this Goddamned place – they can’t be too poetic while they’re eating rattlesnakes. No, not like I do, good Lord. No, not like I do. Oh – your mother and your father don’t love you like they should; you mother and your father don’t love you like I do.