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