Walk the edge of America.
A concrete beach to scrape my hand.
Inside the subway stinking fear and shame
becomes the violent breath.
Vigilantes out on dawn patrol
But now there's nothing left to hide
I'm just a number on the metal fence
Which marks the great divide
Chorus:
Hey boy, Give your dreams a rest
If you're tired of searching,
this is where it ends. There's nothing
left to lose - nothing to protest.
Learn to love your anger now.
Anger here is all you possess.
Welcome to the edge!
Below the towers of the citadel
Seems someone overlooked the cost
Forgotten soldier of paradise
Now paradise is lost
Recognition never realized
Salvation lost among the crowd
So tell me beside this sterile sea
Where is your nation now?
chorus