| He had some wild hair and a wild mind
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| Knew something about everything
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| Shaman warrior poet priest
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| Who loved to dance and sing.
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| He could rock the house with style and nerve
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| Knew when to take a chance
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| A mainline mellow who saw the future
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| And took a rebel stance.
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| He was strong, he was not afraid
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| He was the edge of the switchblade
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| Cutting edge of the switchblade
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| Edge of the switchblade.
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| Chicago called, the festival of life
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| We drove out and took the stand
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| Police riot ultra violence
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| The shit had hit the fan.
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| London called, come on over
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| Bring your message across the sea
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| We took our slams, kicked out the jams
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| Set some young minds free.
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| It was all for the music, we barely got paid
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| We were the edge of the switchblade
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| Cutting edge on the switchblade
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| Edge of the switchblade.
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| Free your mind and ass will follow
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| Is what I used to hear
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| Still I wonder why it is
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| The truth brings out the fear
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| Its possible you can do great things
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| So give yourself a break
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| On the cutting edge, you might get cut
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| Thats a chance you have to take.
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| Youll be outside the mainstream, like a renegade
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| Youll be the edge of the switchblade
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| Cutting edge on a switchblade
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| Edge of the switchblade. |