Randy's House

Song Randy's House
Artist Andrew Jackson Jihad
Album People Who Can Eat People are the Luckiest People in the World

Lyrics

I've got the rotten apple core feeling
Dying like a living ghost
Now I'm lying on the ground not making a sound
Thinking I love you the most
And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down, just like Randy's house
When you kissed me on the cheek with a gun
I became a setting sun
Now you're heading west bound while I'm lying on the ground
Thinking you were the one
And I hope our candles flicker and die
So that our hearts don't burn to the ground
Down, down, just like Randy's house