Lyrics by Wilton. Music by Dittrich, Powell, and Wilton. Arranged by Dwarf Nebula.
There aint
nothin quite like lookin over the edge
Whether you are on fire or just beginning to veg
No, there aint nothin quite like lookin over the edge
On the road, On the Bus, or just pukin over the hedge
Chorus1:
Theres
one conclusion to be drawn
While youre passed out on the lawn
There aint nothin quite like lookin over the edge
No, there aint nothin quite like lookin over the edge
To be there you dont have to climb out on a ledge
There aint nothin quite like lookin over the edge
Its better if youre hammered, but not with a sledge
Chorus2:
Kundalini
grace the spine
Make the EEG flatline
There aint nothin quite like lookin over the edge
And there
aint nothin quite like being in the jam
The one place you can be glad to see Uncle Sam
I said there aint nothin quite like being in the jam
Turn as one, staring down the sun; bounce on a tram
Chorus3:
There may
be no words to the song
But you go right ahead and sing long
I said there aint nothin quite like being in the jam
Yes, there
aint nothin quite like being in the jam
Its as easy and as strange as green eggs and ham
Aw there aint nothin quite like being in the jam
Now the folks who come to shows really give a damn
Chorus5:
I hope Im
preachin to the choir
When I say I need my Scarlet->Fire
There aint nothin quite like being in the jam
Bridge:
Dreams I've
Followed...
Dont you feel it getting deep in here? Strands of ocean light flowing
through
Cornucopia stigmata all free from fear discovers you all in the groove
Chorus6:
Nothins the matter. Roll that fatter.
And pass it along, mad hatter
There aint nothin quite like lookin over the edge
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