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(1995) |
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| Man On The Edge | ||
| The Edge Of Darkness | ||
| Justice Of The Peace |
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(Bayley/Gers) |
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IM |
| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
| IM |
| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| IM |
| He's sick of waiting of lying like this |
| There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss |
| Branded a leper because you don't fit |
| In the land of the free you just live by your wits |
| IM |
| Once he built missiles a nation's defence |
| Now he can't even get birthday presents |
| Across the city he leaves in his wake |
| A glimpse of the future a cannibal state |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| IM |
| The freeway is jammed and it's backed up for miles |
| The car is an oven and baking is wild |
| Nothing is ever the way it should be |
| What we deserve we just don't get you see |
| IM |
| A briefcase a lunch and a man on the edge |
| Each step gets closer to losing his head |
| Is someone in heaven are they looking down |
| Nothing is fair just you look around |
| IM |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
| Falling down, falling down, falling down |
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(Harris/Bayley/Gers) |
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IM |
| I've looked into the heart of darkness where the blood red journey ends |
| When you've faced the heart of darkness even your soul begins to bend |
| IM |
| For a week I have been waiting still I am only in Saigon |
| The walls move in a little closer I feel the jungle call me on |
| IM |
| Every minute I get weaker while in the jungle they grow strong |
| What I wanted was a mission and for my sins they gave me one |
| IM |
| They brought it up just like room service 'cause everyone gets what they want |
| And when that mission was all over I'd never want another one |
| IM |
| I know captain that you've done this work before |
| We've got a problem you can help us all I'm sure |
| The colonel's gone rogue and his methods are unsound |
| You'll take a PBR up river track him down |
| IM |
| There's a conflict in every human heart and the temptation is to take it all too far |
| In this war things get so confused, but there are some things which cannot be excused |
| IM |
| He's acting like a God...an insane lunatic, your mission - exterminate with extreme prejudice |
| The route is dangerous and your progress may be slow, here is the file and it's all you need to know |
| IM |
| Here I am the knife in my hand |
| And now I understand why the genius must die |
| IM |
| Now I stand alone in darkness with his blood upon my hands |
| Where sat the warriors the poet now lie the fragments of a man |
| IM |
| I've looked into the heart of darkness where the blood red journey ends |
| When you've faced the heart of darkness even your soul begins to bend |
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(Murray/Harris) |
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IM |
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Have you heard on the news |
| Another let off madman |
| Another screw on the loose |
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Is it the judge or the bad man |
| What's the matter these days |
| No one has the courage to put them away |
| Nobody has any faith |
| 'Cause there's a breakdown of justice and order |
| IM |
| Waiting for justice, waiting for justice of the peace |
| Waiting for justice, waiting for justice of the peace |
| IM |
| When I remember back the memories of yesteryear |
| With all the friends and all the times |
| When people were carefree |
| And walking down the street |
| When everyone knew everyone |
| And all the houses doors were open |
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No one had to care those days are gone |
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Those days are gone |
| Those days are gone |
| IM |
| Waiting for justice, waiting for justice of the peace |
| Waiting for justice, waiting for justice of the peace |
| IM |
| I long for the times when you could |
| Wander down the street unharmed |
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When people didn't have much money |
| But didn't seem to care |
| It must be the cynic in me |
| But I don't really like things now |
| The violence the attitudes |
| Aggression that you see everyday |
| A sick society looks the other way |