Jed
He's got a No Fear Sticker stuck to the glass
He's got a pair of tight jeans clingin' right to his ass
With a stack of nudie books hidin' under his bed
He keeps his lungs full of smoke and his stomach well fed
Don't believe a word that he ever done said...
Jed is better off...DEAD!
He's got a big metal buckle in the front of his belt
He's got a sunburned neck and it's leavin' a welt
With a mangy old dog stickin' right to his side
And a stinky pair of boots smells like somebody died
He lives the sorriest life that has ever been lead
Jed is better off...DEAD!
He's got a welfare check that he aint gonna cash
He's got a flea-bitten ass breakin out in a rash
With a head full of whiskey and a heart full of sin
He's a buck toothed varment with a shit-kickin' grin
He was born to lose cause he aint gonna win
Jed is better off .....DEAD!!!!!
