BIG
B-u-s-i-n-e-s-s

He's an engima
Wrapped up
In a [bad word] 

He's a mystery
Tragic
Like an ailing paramedic

My heart BOOMs to see you're still standing
I know that your faiths can be demanding
With those cables all plugged in your head
In Poughkeepsie I thought you were dead

Ed Edge
He's Ed Edge
Ed.

He's an engima
Wrapped up
In a [bad word] 

He's a mystery
Tragic
Like an ailing paramedic

Like me tell you about Ed Edge...
Mexico City

[ Horse the Band Lyrics are found on [bad word] ]
He's a Buddhist, Christian, paramedic, vegan, straight
Edge pimp
But most of all..

BIG

He's BIG

Under an attack of the heart

He knows the sign
Holds it close to his heart
All the time

He's a believer, a healer
AA uality stealer

Where have you been Ed
Where are you going to?

He drifts on soul tides
From island birth
..he arrives
Golden heart and black hands
human male. He's just a man.

Where have you been Ed
Where are you going to?
Where have you been Ed
Where are you going?