Over The Edge by L.A. GUNS

Yeah I got the music cranking, Japanese TV 
My head is full of jasmine smoke 
I can hardly breathe 
Turquoise dragons slip and slide 
Sliding down my back 
I'm standing on this cold, thin ice 
And I'm about to crack 

I'm over 
I'm over 
Over the edge 

Seven candles burn so bright 
The full moon behind a veil 
The ocean crashing in my head 
Outside the sirens wail 
Jet black is my dirty hair 
Jet black my heart and car 
My lips are red, my skin snow white 
My face is battle scarred 

I no longer feel the pain 
No longer feel my love 
Just the air conditioner 
And some help from the Lord above 
Caughing up pieces of my broken heart 
My eyes work like radar 
I'm lyin' in the afterglow 
How'd I ever get this far 

I'm over 
I'm over 
Over the edge