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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
  • 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