Randolph Street

Your mother was a model
Your father's still a psychopath
Your somewhere in the middle
Unfinished sketches on your desk
The pictures never ended up
Quite like you thought they'd be
You rendered all the details right
But they never formed the scene

Randolph Street

So you got a little brownstone
On the right end of the street
Garden on the front porch
You keep the windows clean
The home you always wanted
But you can't seem to relax
One foot out the front door
And one foot stuck in the past

Randolph Street

You look into the rearview
You roll those windows down
The lights keep getting brighter
As you head south out of town
You know you finally found the place
You were always meant to be
Until the bumper right in front of you

Reads TRUMP 2016

Oh No
Randolph Street



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Robert Novotny, Jonathon Louis Childers, Grant Scott Gustafson, Edward Zachry Taylor
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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