Picnic on the Edge Songtext
von Baxter Dury

He′s another slim man taking chances with her
Dancing right angles, order on circles
Wrapped in cheap linen and she's crippled with hurt
Posh city life, causing a stir

Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge

Broken all the rules, made a faux pas
Taking liberties with his drunken behaviour
Sitting in a foxhole having a kiss and a cuddle
Immune to all the critics, living in a bubble

Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge


Life continues on, pleasant intervals
Gets really angry, smashes up the walls
She calls her mummy, he′s a fucking psycho
New day arrives, reenact the cycle

Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge

Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge
Picnic on the edge

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