Paroles de la chanson Randy's House par Andrew Jackson Jihad

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.