I was driving home in a Dodge Stratus
To the contaminated side of town
With a shortwave radio playing songs of the century
And a big black cloud of asbestos was shadowing my demise
Where you this morning little Randy
Breakdancing in the food court by yourself
With the armor of 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 pine-fresh smell
Of a damsel in stone-washed denim
The way that her sideways ponytail fell
Where you this evening candy apple sweetheart
Playing bass solos up on the sun
With your syntax in repose
And a clothespin on your nose
And a septic tank filled with all the stories you told
Well she called me up on a chainstore payphone
She invited me up to a condo door
Way down in a neon holler
To play laser tag with her cousin Rick
Where 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
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APPEARS ON:
I Just Started Hating Some People Today
PUBLISHED BY:
Youthless
YEAR RELEASED:
2012
DATE RECORDED:
2011
LENGTH:
3:52
WRITTEN BY:
Beck Hansen
PRODUCED BY:
Jack White
RECORDED BY:
Joshua V. Smith
MIXED BY:
Vance Powell
PERFORMERS:
Beck Hansen
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Jack White
Drums
Fats Kaplin
Pedal Steel
Dean Fertita
Bass
Randy Blau
Laser Tag
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