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 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
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