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 (x4) She'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 fears of cars I better kick my strand cruiser To the friendlier 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
