Edge of the Switchblade

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 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 "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