Knife's Edge

On a knife edge razor day If you listen long enough they've got nothing to say It's a time warp place don't change The rhythm of the night, the beating rain You move fast to get off of that merry-go-round There's one gun, probably more And the others are pointing at our back door At the best hotel of all Put my name on the wall, put my bed on the floor You get much less well it seems like more Heart's still sore Word crimes, bitter lies Bitter crimes, government lies