Eddie

From the day he was born
He was trouble
He was the thorn
In his mother's side
She tried in vain
But he never caused her nothing but shame
He left home the day she died
From the day she was gone
All he wanted
Was rock 'n' Roll porn
Und a motorbike
Shooting up junk
He was a lowdown, cheap little punk
Taking everyone for a ride
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid
But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife
What a guy, makes you cry, und I did
Everybody shoved him
I very nearly loved him
I said, hey, listen to me
Stay sane inside insanity
But he locked the door and threw away the key
But he must have been drawn
Into something
Making him warn
Me in a note which reads (what's it say, what's it say?)
I'm out of my head
Oh, hurry, or I may be dead
They mustn't carry out their evil deeds (aah)
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid
But when he threatened your life with a switch-blade knife
What a guy, makes you cry, und I did
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid
But when he threatened your life
With a switch-blade knife
What a guy (whoa, oh, oh)
Makes you cry (hey, hey, hey)
Und I did (hey-ey)