Tekst Utworu
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 Hermosa night, ah-ah-ah
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead, Ed is dead
She's just rotting in stupid bliss
With music on her bars
Her face burning in the L.A. sun
She's got no, got no fear of cars
I better kick my strand cruiser to the friendlier
Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is dead, huh-huh
Ed is dead, Ed is dead
Ed is dead
Ed is, Ed is
Ed is dead, Ed is
Ed is dead, oh-oh, aw-aw-aw-aw
Ed is dead
E-I-D (Ed is dead), E-I-D
E-I-D, naughty, naughty, naughty, naughty, no
Writer(s): Charles Thompson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com