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