Big Ed’s Body

When they find Big Ed's body at the bottom of the creek
I don't want to be in town
When they come to question all the people on my street
I don't want to be around
They will search for me
They will want to see if I knew Big Ed

When they find Big Ed's body at the bottom of the creek
My fingers will turn to stone
My eyes will perspire and my telephone will ring
And spiders will crawl down my bones
They will come for me
They will find me with my hands on my head

When they find Big Ed's body at the bottom of the creek
They'll follow him down the road
His teeth will be perfect as a porcelain display
And no one but I will know
I will go to sleep
And if I am lucky they'll find me too