Songtext von Living On The Edge

The devil's in the alley Playing cards made of clay While the nowadays prophets are trying to restore their faith And you feel like a sinner with that guitar in your hands And you feel so cynical that nobody understands you well We're living on the edge, baby But we don't have to feel this way Let's get together and face it anyway We're living on the edge, baby But we don't have to feel this way Let's get together and face it anyway