Apparently before Jed had left us He wrote some poems Wrote them for no one But I'll 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, twenty grand walk to the bank The shakes from the night before Staring at the tiki floor High school, wedding ring keys Are under the mats Of all of the houses here But not the motels I try to sing in 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