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