Crazy Eddie

When Eddie was eighteen

he got kicked out of his house

He was an unemployed, in a void

high school dropout

He lived in a field behind the elementary school

in a cardboard refrigerator box

And he hung out at the park

always on the lookout for the cops

His hair was a curly blond mop

and his eyes a sunken blue

And when Eddie got riled up

there was no tellin' what he might do

He wore denim on his back

and combat boots on his feet

And he stole and he sold dope

just to get something to eat

Now they call him Crazy Eddie

The local misfits were drawn to him

like he was some kind of suburban messiah

His apostles pledged their allegiance

never to waiver or retire

And they watched him and they listened

with a sense of revolution in the air

As he told them all how someday

he'd lead them away from here

Now down at Lindenau Park

Eddie's fire it did spread

And soon the whole neighborhood was lit up

with a hundred burning kids

Demanding answers from their parents

and from the teachers at their schools

About the world they are to inherit

Why? When? Where and who?

Now they call him Crazy Eddie

Well I guess he ain't so crazy after all

Now the elders had no answers

and so they drove their kids away

Down to that little park

where Eddie was known to stay

And so it was decided

a rebellion was justified

And on that night in that dirty little town

everyone's innocence died

Now they call him Crazy Eddie

Well I guess he ain't so crazy after all