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