| Song | Ed Is Dead |
| Artist | Pixies |
| Album | Live in Minneapolis, MN |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Francis | |
| Her head is in a bitter way | |
| Her brain's on fire | |
| She's just looking for the perfect wave | |
| It's her brain's desire | |
| I'll think of her | |
| When I walk the strand | |
| On this true hormos a night | |
| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| She's just rotting in stupid bliss | |
| With music on her bars uhh | |
| Her face burning in the | |
| L.A. sunShe got no got no fear of cars | |
| I better kick my strand cruiser | |
| To the friendlier | |
| Ohh, ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed is dead, | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ed is, yea | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, yea yea yea(Ed is dead)(Ed is dead) | |
| E.I.DE.I.D | |
| E.I.DNaughty, naughty, naughty, no |
| zuo ci : Francis | |
| Her head is in a bitter way | |
| Her brain' s on fire | |
| She' s just looking for the perfect wave | |
| It' s her brain' s desire | |
| I' ll think of her | |
| When I walk the strand | |
| On this true hormos a night | |
| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| She' s just rotting in stupid bliss | |
| With music on her bars uhh | |
| Her face burning in the | |
| L. A. sunShe got no got no fear of cars | |
| I better kick my strand cruiser | |
| To the friendlier | |
| Ohh, ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed is dead, | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ed is, yea | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, yea yea yea Ed is dead Ed is dead | |
| E. I. DE. I. D | |
| E. I. DNaughty, naughty, naughty, no |
| zuò cí : Francis | |
| Her head is in a bitter way | |
| Her brain' s on fire | |
| She' s just looking for the perfect wave | |
| It' s her brain' s desire | |
| I' ll think of her | |
| When I walk the strand | |
| On this true hormos a night | |
| Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| She' s just rotting in stupid bliss | |
| With music on her bars uhh | |
| Her face burning in the | |
| L. A. sunShe got no got no fear of cars | |
| I better kick my strand cruiser | |
| To the friendlier | |
| Ohh, ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ed is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed is dead, | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ed is, yea | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, ohh | |
| Ed isEd is dead | |
| Ohh ohh, yea yea yea Ed is dead Ed is dead | |
| E. I. DE. I. D | |
| E. I. DNaughty, naughty, naughty, no |