He'd disappear for years, then one day he would just show Dad would buy him shows (shoes?), 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 covicted 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 neck 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 RandyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
