BECK - Blue Randy lyrics

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I was driving home in a Dodge Stratus

To the contaminated side of town

Where the shortwave radio playing songs of the century

And a big black cloud of asbestos

Was shadowing my demise

Where were you this morning, Little Randy?

Breakdancing in the food court by yourself

With the honor and your attitude

And your jeans full of prison food

There’s a police chalk outline where you last been seen

I was lacerated by my indiscretions

I was sanitized by the pinefresh smell

Of a damsel in stonewashed denim

The way that her sideways ponytail fell

Where were you this evening, Candy Apple Sweetheart?

Playing bass solos up on the sun

With your syntax in the post

And a clothes pin on your nose

And a septic tank full of all the stories you told

Well she called me up on a chainstore pay phone

She invited me up to a condo door

Way down in a neon park

To play lazer tag with her cousin, Rick

Where were you this morning, Blue Randy?

Doing capoeira up on the rooftop again

With your dry ice machine

And a fist full of creatine

There’s a police chalk outline where you last been seen

Now there’s a police chalk outline where you last been seen