On The Edge On The Edge i Believe I'm On The Edge and Through A Window Dirty Window and Need Some Light And Air and She Came Upon My Window With A Promise Of Love just Lie Through The Skin On Y'our Teeth And She's Sure To Let You Go
i Dont Really Want You To Leave Now Im On Parole consumed By The Love Of Another Im On Parole
i Catch My Breath My Smokey Breath for The First Time In A Century these Prison Walls Filthy Walls Look Better Looking Out Than Looking In then She Came Upon My Window With A Promise Of Love just Lie Through The Skin On Your Teeth And She's Sure To Let You Go