Edge of the Earth / Post Mortem Boredom

This is a special presentation
Hello everybody hello everybody
Hello everybody hello everybody
Hello everybody come on down

Hanging on the edge of the earth
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending to see
Laying on a cliff, staring at the stars
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending

Bit's and pieces are wrong with me
If so won't you sing along with me?
Here's one more for the
People lost in insanity
Cover your wounds, don't show your scars
Smile for friends and carry on
Here's one more for the
People lost in insanity

Hanging on the edge of the earth
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending to see
Laying on a cliff, staring at the stars
Oh, what a beautiful scene
Oh, what a beautiful ending
Oh, what a beautiful ending
Oh, what a beautiful ending

"There is an epidemic of mass murder
Being committed by a virtual army
Of unidentified assassins they appear to be
In a kind of trance
Others describe them as being"

The angels have no whiskey, na-a-a-a-a-a
Can't say I'm not disappointed, na-a-a-a-a-a
Yeah, I'm in the thick of it
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I was sick of being sickened, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
The sun is always beating, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
(Oh, I'm sick)
Post-mortem boredom settling in my skin
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na