Sitting on the swing Trying to relate to just anything Wonder where it's at Conversations of where it's at Oh yeah Oh 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 Oh 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...