There's fighting on the leftnAnd marching on the rightnDon't look up in the skynYou're gonna die of frightnHere comes the razors edgennYou're living on the edgenDon't know wrong from rightnThey're breathing down your necknYou're running out of livesnAnd here comes the razors edgenHere comes the razors edgenThe razors edgennRazors edge, to raise the deadnRazors edge, to cut to shredsnTo raise the deadnnHere comes the razors edgenHere comes the razors edgenWell here it comes to cut to shredsnThe razors edgennThe razors edge [It's the razor's edge]nGotta razors edge [Well, the razor's edge]nYou'll be cut to shreds [that you'll be cut to shreds]nby the razors edge [gotta razor's edge]nGotta razors edge [by the razor's edge]