Well son, I believe it's the end of the line
I'm all out of whiskey, I'm all out of wine
I've burned all my bridges, I've earned my degree
The darkness is all I have waiting for me

Whoa, on the edge of insane
Whoa, only fools know the name
Of a man who can't live
With the choices he's made
If he can't find the pen, he can sure find the blade
Whoa

Well son, I believe this is killing me slow
It's been twenty odd years, and I have fifty to go
If ever I've heard of a word to the wise
Don't listen to those who put stars in your eyes

Whoa, on the edge of insane
Whoa, only fools know the name
Of a man who can't live
With the choices he's made
If he can't find the pen, he can sure find the blade

Whoa, on the edge of insane
Whoa, only fools know the name
Of a man who can't live
With the choices he's made
If he can't find the pen, he can sure find the blade