Ed Is Dead

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