| Through the morning mist I hear the jungle drum | |
| Concrete hugs against the sky | |
| Like a needle searching for the vein | |
| It feels so cold | |
| Wish I was high | |
| Life on the wire | |
| How I love to be up there | |
| Life on the wire | |
| How it leaves me running scared | |
| No more waiting something had to give | |
| And when it came a strange release | |
| I never really knew if it was in my brain | |
| Until the day I went too far | |
| Life on the wire | |
| How I love to be up there | |
| Life on the wire | |
| How it leaves me | |
| I can't stand it one more night | |
| Take this hell away | |
| I can't stand it one more night | |
| There's no other way | |
| A stage door pass for friends | |
| Amongst the garbage cans | |
| Just old soldiers calling time | |
| The smell of meths runs high | |
| Across this stinking waste | |
| Is it any place to die? | |
| Life on the wire | |
| How I love to be up there | |
| Life on the wire | |
| How it leaves me running scared | |
| I can't stand it one more night | |
| Take this hell away | |
| I can't stand it one more night | |
| There's no other way |