I Went Over The Edge Of The World - Kevin Max

Oh the hymns of angels

Suffer over the stench of the 21st century

Nothing is black or white

Or devoid of industry

The face of monotony

The litany of popular culture

I face the microphone and fumble in my pockets for a change

A break from the deranged world of

Plotting out the death of art

And I went over the edge of the world

And felt the sting of all it’s words

I sang the song of elves and birds

I saw you in my rear view shades

And drank from pools of night time café's

I stopped over just to finish up

I turned the knobs and called your bluff

I went over the edge of the world I face the microphone and fumble in my

pockets for change

A break from the deranged world of

Plotting out the death of art