| Song | Bleeding Edge |
| Artist | Duck & Cover |
| Album | Two Shots |
| Don't wanna play by rules, won't equivocate | |
| Directed by the dullest tools, script written by stiff fools | |
| Won't follow what they say, but don't, don't press the point | |
| Night follows each dark day, the dusk paves a brighter way | |
| Unwrapping all the broken gifts you gave away | |
| Critiques be damned, you'll have your say | |
| Guardrails ain't gonna stop you spinning off the ledge | |
| Calm, sanguine on the bleeding edge | |
| Doors out the windows, and windows out the doors | |
| You're party to your self-destruct, a victim of dumb rotten luck | |
| Self-medication finds you fallin' to the floors | |
| Sorry to say, my dear, you're ****ed |
| Don' t wanna play by rules, won' t equivocate | |
| Directed by the dullest tools, script written by stiff fools | |
| Won' t follow what they say, but don' t, don' t press the point | |
| Night follows each dark day, the dusk paves a brighter way | |
| Unwrapping all the broken gifts you gave away | |
| Critiques be damned, you' ll have your say | |
| Guardrails ain' t gonna stop you spinning off the ledge | |
| Calm, sanguine on the bleeding edge | |
| Doors out the windows, and windows out the doors | |
| You' re party to your selfdestruct, a victim of dumb rotten luck | |
| Selfmedication finds you fallin' to the floors | |
| Sorry to say, my dear, you' re ed |