Besedila: Duran Duran. Big Thing. Edge of America.

Walk the edge of America
Concrete beach to scrape my head
Inside the subway stinking fear and shame
Becomes the violent breath

Vigilantes out on dawn patrol
And now there's nothing left to hide
I'm just a number on the metal fence
Which marks the great divide

Sing it

Hey boy, give your dreams a rest
If you're tired of searching
This is where it ends
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing to protest
Learn to love your anger now
Anger here is all you possess
Welcome to the edge

Below the towers of the citadel
Seems someone overlooked the cost
Forgotten soldier of paradise
Now paradise is lost

Recognition never realized
Salvation lost among the crowd
So tell me here beside the sterile sea
Where is your nation now?

We say

Hey boy, give your dreams a rest
If you're tired of searching
This is where it ends
There's nothing left to lose
Nothing to protest
Learn to love your anger now
Anger here is all you possess
Welcome to the edge