Текст песни Eddie

Sitting on the swing Trying to relate to just anything Wonder where it's at Conversations of where it's at Ohh yeah Ohh yeah People come and stare Wondering who's really there He smiles and says, "I could've been one of them" Oh Eddie, Eddie He was something different Oh well he never hurt no one And I wonder if his father said "Oh god, he's not my son" And "Oh God, he's not my son" Oh Eddie He was all alone Walked the streets No place to call home Fingers to his head No one put him to his death Ohh Oh Eddie, Eddie He was something different But he never hurt no one And I wonder if his father said "Oh God, he's not my son" And "Oh God, he's not my son" Yeah, tell me something about him 'Cause music's his only prayer He was something different But he never hurt no one And I wonder if his father said "Oh God, he's not my son" Oh now Eddie Oh Eddie - yeah Oh Eddie Oh now Eddie No Eddie you're not my son No Eddie you're not my son No Eddie you're not my son No Eddie you're not my son Eddie you're not my son...