Story Behind The Song

Living on the edge is a way of life for some, a drenaline rush.

Song Description

A mellow groove, the feeling of cruising down the freeway, without a care in the world.

Lyrics

I wouldn´t have it any other way. Cuz I can chill when I´m old, when the dirt covers my face, when I´m dead and cold.

I been living on the edge for sometime, can´t say I like it, but I won´t tell you no lie.

I get up in the morning, thinking of ways to do better. Then look out at the grey deppressing weather.

I do better in the sunshine, kicked-back on the beach... with my homegirls, beating our lips about something good to eat. Ragging about the sad men in our lives and all their pitiful lies. Planning where we´re gonna party that night, so we can live on the wild side.

On the edge, is a scary place, but wouldn´t have it any other way. Cuz I can chill when I´m old, when the dirt covers my face, when I´m dead and cold. And... on the beach is a scary place, but wouldn´t have it any other way. Cuz I can chill when I´m old, when the dirt covers my face, when I´m dead and cold. On the beach is a scary place.

(the bridge)


I been living on the edge for sometime, can´t say I like it, but I wouldn´t lie.

I get up in the morning, thinking of ways to do better. Then look out at the grey deppressing weather.

I do better in the sunshine, kicking back on the beach with my homegirls, beating our lips about something, something good to eat. Ragging about the sad men in our lives, and all their pitiful pitiful jive.

On the edge is a scary place, but wouldn´t have it any other way. Cuz I can chill when I´m old, when the dirt covers my face, when I´m dead and cold. And, on the beach...is a scary place, but wouldn´t have it any other way. Cuz I can chill when I´m old, when the dirt covers my face, when I´m dead and cold.