Big Business

Big B U S I N E S S
Big B U S I N E S S
Big B U S I N E S S
Big B U S I N E S S

He's an enigma
Wrapped up in a conundrum
He's a mystery
Tragic, like an ailing paramedic

My heart booms to see you're still standing
I know that your faiths are demanding
With those cables plugged into your head
In Poughkeepsie, I thought you were dead

Ed Edge, he's Ed Edge, Ed Edge, Ed

He's an enigma
Wrapped up in a conundrum
He's a mystery
Tragic, like an ailing paramedic

Like me tell you about Ed Edge
Mexico City, Mexico City
Mexico City, Mexico City
Mexico City, Mexico City
Mexico City, Mexico City
Mexico City, Mexico City

Settle this

Ed Edge, Ed Edge, Ed Edge, Ed Edge

He's the Buddhist, Christian
Paramedic, vegan, straight edge pimp
But most of all, big, he's big
Under an attack of the heart

He knows the sign
Holds it close to his heart all the time
He's a believer, a healer
A sexuality stealer

Where have you been Ed?
Where are you going to?

He drifts on soul tides
From island birth he arrives
Golden heart and black hands
A human male, he's just a man

Where have you been Ed?
Where are you going to?
Where have you been Ed?
Where are you going?



Credits
Writer(s): Horse The Band, Nathan Winneke
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