Escrita por Malcolm Young & Angus Young

There’s fightin’ on the left and marching on the right
Don’t look up in the sky
You’re gonna die of fright
Here comes the razor’s edge

 

You’re livin’ on the edge
Don’t know wrong from right
They’re breathin’ down you’re neck
You’re runnin’ out of lives
Here comes the razor’s edge
Here comes the razor’s edge
The razor’s edge

 

Razor’s edge to raise the dead
Razor’s edge to cut to shreds
To raise the dead

 

Here comes the razor’s edge
Here comes the razor’s edge

 

Well here it comes
To cut to shreds
The razor’s edge

 

It’s the razor’s edge

 

The razor’s edge
you could be cut to shreds
The razor’s edge

 

The razor’s edge