Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
L.A. Guns
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Thomas Cripps
Composer
Tracii Richard Guns
Composer
Kelly Nickels
Composer
Philip Lewis
Songwriter
Steve Riley
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael James Jackson
Producer
Lyrics
(Wo, se, sin)
(Oh-ooh-oh)
(Ooh-ooh-ah-ah)
(Okay)
Yeah!
Yeah, I got the music cranking
Japanese TV
My head is full of jasmine smoke
That I can hardly breathe
Turquoise dragons slip and slide
Sliding down my back
I'm standing on this cold, thin ice
And I'm about to crack
And I'm over, I'm over
Over, over the edge
Over, over, I'm over
Over the edge
Seven candles burn so bright
Full moon behind a veil
The ocean crashing in my head
Outside the sirens wail
Jet black is my dirty hair
Jet black my heart and car
My lips are red, my skin snow white
My face is battle scarred
And I'm over, I'm over
Over, over the edge
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge
I no longer feel the pain
No longer feel my love
Just the air conditioner
And the help from the Lord above
Spittin' up pieces of my broken heart
My eyes work like a radar
I'm lyin' in the afterglow
How'd I get this far?
And I'm over, I'm over
Over, over the edge
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge, ooh, yeah
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge
Over, I'm over, over
Over the edge
(Over, over)
Over, oh, oh, oh, oh, over the edge
(Over, over)
Over, I'm over, over the edge
Written by: Kelly Nickels, Michael Thomas Cripps, Philip Lewis, Steve Riley, Tracii Richard Guns