He had some wild hair and a wild mind
He knew something 'bout everything
He was a Shaman warrior and a poet priest
He loved to dance and sing
He could rock the house with style and nerve
And he knew when to take a chance
A mainline mellow who saw the future
And he took a rebel stance
He was strong
He was not afraid
He was the edge of the switchblade
Edge of the switchblade
Cutting edge of the switchblade
Edge of the switchblade
Hey
Oh, yeah
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Chicago called, the festival of life
We drove out and took the stand
A police riot, it was ultra violence
The shit had hit the fan
London called, said come on over
Bring your message across the sea
We took our slams, kicked out the jams
Set some young minds free
It was all for the music
We barely got paid
Out on the edge of the switchblade
Out on the edge of the switchblade
Cutting the edge on the switchblade
The edge of the switchblade
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"Free your mind and your ass will follow" is what I used to hear
Still I wonder how can it be that the truth brings out the fear
So it's possible you can do great things, give yourself a break
'Cause on the cutting edge, you just might get cut
That's a chance you have to take
You'll be outside the mainstream
Like a renegade
Out on the edge of the switchblade
Cutting the edge on a switchblade
Edge of the switchblade
The edge of the switchblade
Cutting the edge on a switchblade
This is the edge on a switchblade
The edge on a switchblade
Edge on a switchblade