Apparently before Jed had left us   He wrotes some poems   Wrote them for no-one   I guess I'll show them   Here's one of Jed's poems      You said I'd wake up dead drunk   Alone in the park   I called you a liar   But how right you were   Air conditioned TV land, 20 grand   Walk to the bank   With shakes from the night before   Staring at the tiki floor   High school wedding ring   Keys are under the mats   Of all the houses here   But not motels   I try to sing it funny like Beck   But it's bringing me down   Lower than ground   Beautiful ground   Beautiful ground      Test tones and failed   Clones and odd parts made you