Infectious Grooves - Cousin Randy lyrics

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"Many people have many definitions of what family is.

Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond,

some say it's a bond made with blood.

Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy.

Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthafucka,

locked down half his life.

He's my family, family by blood.

And if you see him, don't look at him long,

'cause he'll kill ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time.

Cousin Randy..."

He'd disappear for years, then one day he would

just show

Dad would buy him shows, give him $50 and he'd go

He talked about the good old days of war in Vietnam

Did two tours of duty with his new love heroin

You knew he'd be convicted before he was ever tried

Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside

But every day was prison, molested as a kid

Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things

he did

We call him Cousin Randy

Couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't get to sleep

at night.

Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in

our sight.

No one was safe when Randy came out to play,

he would leave you for dead and then just walk away.

We call him Cousin Randy

One time while at Grandma's, it was getting kind

of late.

Randy stayed outside 'cause his odor was so great

He walked out the door and I told him "good night"

He charged me, grabbed my neck and he started

squeezing tight.

Dad and Jim and Grandpa jumped on to his back

He screamed "What's so good about it" before he let

up his attack.

The next day, while we were swimming, he tried to

drown my sister.

Laughing as she struggled, then he pulled her up and

kissed her.

We call him Cousin Randy. To us, he's just

Cousin Randy.

"Yeah, so when Cousin Randy wasn't in jail,

he used to trip around, sometimes showin' up at

the relatives house, hangin' for a while then leavin'.

You know, everybody feelin' sorry for him and shit,

'cause, you know, his mom died when he was so young of leukemia.

Well one time while he was staying at my grandfather's house,

you know, they were trying to help him out, gettin' him jobs, but you know,

Randy wasn't too much on workin'.

He had a one job he did longer than ever.

He never worked more than two days, but this job he lasted a week!

Yeah, it was taking the heads off o'chickens.

So one day my grandfather had to ask him, seein' how Randy

would get up early in the morning, make his lunch and he'd even go to

work early, he was like 'Randy, what's so great about this job?'

He says 'It makes ya think,

it makes ya wonder, i's just so expanding of the mind.

Ya see, there I am, I rip the head off the chicken, and then the chicken

starts flyin' all over. Then he comes back at me, and I wonder is he flyin'

back at me 'cause he's mad 'cause I ripped his head off, or is he flyin'

at me 'cause I'm holdin' his head in my hand, or is he flyin' at me 'cause

he can't see where he's goin'?'

Yeah, ain't no one seen Cousin Randy in many years..."