On The Verge — текст песни (The Tragically Hip)

here we are, now where are we? it`s like nothing i`ve ever seen we got hoarse-throated hucksters whispered gimmicks rubbernecking the curious cynics and headlong-walkers, one born every minute do i plug it in? or do i stick it in it? i don`t know what came over me i`m too dumb for words i didn`t think i`d like it here at all but i swear, i swear i`m on the verge here we are, now who are you? the long lost queen`s of some hoodoo? well we`re the last of the big-time penetrators playing dead to fuck the undertaker the movie`ll come out a little bit later the men, the legend, the goat, the satyr i don`t know what came over me i`m too dumb for words i didn`t say i`d like it here at all bit i swear, i swear i`m on the verge here we are, now don`t ask how the time to leave was kinda now well don`t cry, baby, there`s no cause for grief deadheading`s never gonna kill the chief it`s an empty road without relief and i`m a highway romance milking thief i don`t know what came over me i`m too dumb for words i didn`t think i`d like it here at all but i swear, i swear i`m on the verge