Randy's House

Randy's House is song 7 on 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 that 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