Lyrics The Edge - The Cars

The Edge

Today you feel so hopped up like you’re cooking **
Prisoner of your own dilemma, you can keep the dirty looks
We’re talking* says the Chinaman, you can transplant instead
Or you can shuffle down to kingdom come but that’s just what he says
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge
You gotta take it off, come on, take it off… well…
Today you feel so cracked up, and you feel this running fever
That rises when you least expect it, and comes on like a cleaver
Get lost in the ballerina, it’s just like dancing with myself
And th only time you sneak around is when you need som kind of help, ho!
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge
You gotta take it off, come on, take it off… go!
Today you feel electric, zippin and a-zappin
A little like ‘condition dead' with all the extra trappings
I’m with you said the jedi, as he pockets all your hope
Well if you really want to hang yourself don’t supply* the extra rope
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge
Come on, take it off… take it… take it off… take off the edge
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge
You gotta take it off, come on, take off the edge
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta… come on, take it off… well
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge
You gotta take off the edge, take it off
You gotta take off the edge, you gotta take off the edge
Come on, take it off… well… take it off… take off the edge