Apparently before Jed had left us He wrotes some poems Wrote them for no-one I guess I'll show them Here's one of Jed's poems
You said I'd wake up dead drunk Alone in the park I called you a liar But how right you were Air conditioned TV land, 20 grand Walk to the bank With shakes from the night before Staring at the tiki floor High school wedding ring Keys are under the mats Of all the houses here But not motels I try to sing it funny like Beck But it's bringing me down Lower than ground Beautiful ground Beautiful ground
Test tones and failed Clones and odd parts made you
