Songtext Dancing on the edge of our graves Born Ruffians

Dancing on the edge of our graves

Four thousand four hundred days and we're still swimming deeper.
Two nameless decades, our memories going into the ether.
We get so lost sometimes filling holes that don't need fixing.
The tide is rushing under foot, we're walking heavy.

Poor hunter named Stan and his youngest daughter Rita.
Ran all the way into Chicago, got lost in the winter.
They'd get so cold sometimes, crossing train tracks, lifting rations.
At night, under a sea and bridge, he'd sit and tell her.

How some people don't change,
I think they're strange, so do you.
Out of their range,
I feel the rage coming soon.

Dancing
Dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our...
(x2)

We're dancing on the edge of our graves

Four thousand four hundred days and we're still swimming deeper.
Two nameless decades, our memories going into the ether.
We get so lost sometimes filling holes that don't need fixing.
And hiding footprints in the snow, we're walking heavy.

Now some people are strange,
I hope they change, so do you.
Out of their range,
I feel the axe coming to consume.

Dancing
Dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our...
(x2)

We're dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our graves