Hey Eddie always talking like that
Speaks real slow to make his words last
Scratching his head wonder if he really said anything at all
He was just talking to the wall
Sleeping in his basement alone
Crushing aluminum chilling on his throne
They all swoon when he hits the spot
But I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
I know better then to steal and get caught
There goes Eddie he's heading into town
His only friend is violence when the voices are around
He's a sick and twisted man
A prisoner to his thoughts
When people see Ed they vomit on the spot