Well son, I believe it's the end of the line
I'm all out of whiskey, I'm all out of wine
I've burned all my bridges, I've earned my degree
The darkness is all I have waiting for me
Woah, on the edge of insane
Woah, only fools know the name
Of a man who can't live
With the choices he's made
If he can't find the pen, he can sure find the blade
Woah
Well son, I believe this is killing me slow
It's been twenty-odd years, and I have fifteen to go
If ever I heard of a word to the wise
Don't listen to those who put stars in your eyes
Woah, on the edge of insane
Woah, only fools know the name
Of a man who can't live
With the choices he's made
Well, if he can't find the pen, he can sure find the blade
Woah, on the edge of insane
Woah, only fools know the name
Of a man who can't live
With the choices he's made
If he can't find the pen, he can sure find the blade
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