Ed is Dead
CHARLES THOMPSON
Her head is in a bitter way
Her brain's on fire
She's just looking for the perfect wave
It's her brain's desire
I'll think of her when I walk the strand
On this true hormos a night
Ed is dead [Repeat x4]
He's just rotting in stupid bliss
With music on her bars uh
Her face burning in the L.A. sun
She got no got no fear of cars
I better kick my strand cruiser
To the friendlier oh oh oh oh oh oh
Ed is dead [Repeat x4]
Ed is dead
Ed is, yeah ed is
Ed is dead [Repeat x3]
E.i.d. [Repeat x3]
No, no, no, no, no