Everybody is a victim of society   Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville variety   Pantomime players in the grand tradition   Winners and losers till the intermission      Girl, I know the world's a stage   That's what the poet said   But I think our weird relationship   Is way above my head   I'll be your Casanova whipping boy   If that's what you desire   But once I start performing   I can't easily retire      I'll swing on a trapeze   I'll jump through hoops   And I'll eat fire   Be a human cannon ball   Walk on the high wire   Put on make-up, wear a wig   I'll be your tragic clown   The once you've got me up there   I can't easily come down      Don't drive me over the edge of it   Can't you see I've got mixed-up emotions?   Joined the crowd, just to be part of it   That was the start of it      Oh, Now I'm over the edge   Don't drive me over the edge of it   Oh,Over the edge      The world is turnin' upside-down   Civilization's dead   Economic turmoil, now the world is in the red   Democracy's a shadow of its former glory   Law and orders broken down   End of story      My next door neighbour's totally snapped   He's gone right over the edge   He's playing up barbed wire barricades   Around the garden hedge   And planting land mines on the lawn   He's gone barmy   According to his wife   He's formed a secret army      Ever since he got laid off   Something inside snapped   His wife says he's gone 'round the twist   Now there's no turning back   All night he waits in the garden shed   For the enemy to attack   A suburban vigilante   Dressed up in a union jack   He's over the edge      Oh, Over the edge   Don't drive me over the edge of it      Woman, you are gonna drive me   Totally over the edge   Is it yes or is it no?   Are you gonna take the pledge?   The pressures of society are getting to your brain   And forced you to act weird   And put me under all this strain      But don't drive me over the edge of it   Stop while I've still got emotions   Joined the crowd, just to be part of it   That was the start of it      Oh, now over the edge   Don't drive me over the edge of it   Oh, over the edge   Don't drive me over the edge of it      Everybody is a victim of society   Comedy, tragedy, vaudeville, variety   Pantomime players in the grand tradition   Forced into roles that leave them totally driven      Right over the edge