On the edge of a windowsill Ponders his maker ponders his will To the street below he just ain't nothin' But he's got a great view, and he sinks the needle deep, Whoa, can't touch the bottom In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom Oh, on the edge of a know-nothin' town Feelin' quite superior, the aged come To the sky above he just ain't nothin' But he's got a great view, and he sinks a burning knife deep, Ooh, can't touch the bottom In too deep, yeah...uh huh, can't touch the bottom In too deep... Ohhh..Ohhh..Ow. On the edge of a Christmas clean love Young virgin from heaven...visiting Hell To the man above her, she just ain't nothin' And she doesn't like the view She doesn't like the view She doesn't like the view But he sinks himself deep Oh, can't touch the bottom In too deep, yeah...oh, can't touch the bottom Can't touch the bottom Deep, yeah... Oh, yeah, the bottom, yeah...