Living on a Knifes Edge by Mr Gee Poet Lyrics
There's a delicate balance,
Over what follows fashion,
As peer pressure unravels an adolescent pattern
You and your friends all like to ride bikes
And we did too,
You sport the latest hairstyles that you like,
And we did too,
And we know that all teenage boys are gonna fight,
And we did too,
And you think that you were the first to carry a knife?
Well back in the day... we did too,
Ahhhh, this is where the problem lies,
For this is the question that plagues younger minds,
It’s all too easy for older generations to confer & surmise,
That the violence of today never occurred in their times,
But, things have changed,
Heavier drugs are being blazed,
Perceptions are rearranged,
Strange wars are being waged,
Around the planet,
Sending the message: "That if you want it? then GRAB it!"
The pen may be indeed mightier than the sword,
But the sword makes its point sweetly doing damage,
Such is the delicate balance,
That translates into high streets,
This world is ruled by the mighty,
And no-one admires the weak,
No-one admires defeat,
This world is as yet to be inherited by the meek,
So violence is the language that we all reliably speak,
As everyday we seek headlines of sensationalised crimes,
And newspapers offer up more space to advertise,
As a campaign issue: it's hot, and even politicians realise,
There's more to the pressure in the pot that takes so many lives,
And makes so many mothers cry,
And scream the question "Why?"
Was it their child in that night, in that fight,
That had to die?
And die for what?
Some trivial misunderstanding that could easily be stopped?
Some petty argument fuelled when tempers run hot?
Or over what someone’s got?
Or false pride that's been mocked?
So the outcome was the fist fight,
Or the night sky being ignited by a gunshot.
"That person's got the latest pair of Nike's...
....and I want some too"
"That person's got a father in their family...
....and I want one too"
"That person's got oil in their country...
....and I want some too"
"You say you've got hatred for me?
....well I've got some too!"
There’s a delicate balance,
Over what follows fashion,
As peer pressure unravels an interesting pattern,
An interesting challenge on how we choose to live our lives
Are we floating peacefully on the wings of a dove?
Or are we all perched weeping,
On the edge of a knife?
Over what follows fashion,
As peer pressure unravels an adolescent pattern
You and your friends all like to ride bikes
And we did too,
You sport the latest hairstyles that you like,
And we did too,
And we know that all teenage boys are gonna fight,
And we did too,
And you think that you were the first to carry a knife?
Well back in the day... we did too,
Ahhhh, this is where the problem lies,
For this is the question that plagues younger minds,
It’s all too easy for older generations to confer & surmise,
That the violence of today never occurred in their times,
But, things have changed,
Heavier drugs are being blazed,
Perceptions are rearranged,
Strange wars are being waged,
Around the planet,
Sending the message: "That if you want it? then GRAB it!"
The pen may be indeed mightier than the sword,
But the sword makes its point sweetly doing damage,
Such is the delicate balance,
That translates into high streets,
This world is ruled by the mighty,
And no-one admires the weak,
No-one admires defeat,
This world is as yet to be inherited by the meek,
So violence is the language that we all reliably speak,
As everyday we seek headlines of sensationalised crimes,
And newspapers offer up more space to advertise,
As a campaign issue: it's hot, and even politicians realise,
There's more to the pressure in the pot that takes so many lives,
And makes so many mothers cry,
And scream the question "Why?"
Was it their child in that night, in that fight,
That had to die?
And die for what?
Some trivial misunderstanding that could easily be stopped?
Some petty argument fuelled when tempers run hot?
Or over what someone’s got?
Or false pride that's been mocked?
So the outcome was the fist fight,
Or the night sky being ignited by a gunshot.
"That person's got the latest pair of Nike's...
....and I want some too"
"That person's got a father in their family...
....and I want one too"
"That person's got oil in their country...
....and I want some too"
"You say you've got hatred for me?
....well I've got some too!"
There’s a delicate balance,
Over what follows fashion,
As peer pressure unravels an interesting pattern,
An interesting challenge on how we choose to live our lives
Are we floating peacefully on the wings of a dove?
Or are we all perched weeping,
On the edge of a knife?