F#m A
On the edge, a windowsill
F#m A
Ponders his maker, ponders his will
F#m
To the street below
A
He just ain't nothing
F#
But he's got a great view
C B F# A
And he sinks the needle deep, yeah
[Chorus]
Oh!
F# C B
Can't touch the bottom
F# A
In too deep, yeah
Uh-huh
F# C B
Can't touch the bottom
[Verse 2]
F#m A
Oh, on the edge of a know-nothing town
F#m A
Feeling quite superior, the age had come
F#m
To the sky above
A
He just ain't nothing
F#
But he's got a great view
C B F# A
And he sinks the burning knife deep, yeah
[Chorus]
F# C B
Can't touch the bottom
F# A
In too deep, yeah
Uh-huh
F# C B
Can't touch the bottom
F#
In too deep
[Bridge]
Am C A C
Oh
Am C A C
Oh
[Verse 3]
F#m A
On the edge of a Christmas-clean love
F#m
Young virgin down from heaven
A
Visiting hell
F#m
To the man above her
A
She just ain't nothing
F#
And she doesn't like the view
A
She doesn't like the view
F#
She doesn't like the view
C B F# A
But he sinks himself deep
[Chorus]
Oh!
F# C B
Can't touch the bottom
F# A
In too deep, yeah
Uh-huh
F# C B
Can't touch the bottom
F# A
Can't touch the bottom
F# C B
Deep, yeah
[Outro]
C B Am
Oh, the bottom
A
Yeah
C B Am
Oh, the bottom
A
Yeah
C B Am
Oh, the bottom
A
Yeah
C B Am
Oh, the bottom
A
Yeah
C B Am
Oh, the bottom
A
Yeah
C
Oh
