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



Ed is dead (x4)



She's just riding in stupid bliss

With music on her bars uh

Her face burning in the L.A. sun

She's got no got no fears of cars



I better kick my strand cruiser

To the memory of a whore oh oh oh oh oh oh

Ed is dead (x4) Ed is dead Ed is, yeah

Ed is Ed is dead (x3)



E.I.D. (x3)

No, no, no, no, no