When Randolph pulls a randomizer
On his bloodline blues
To further his estate
He means to use it
'cos he's been turning weightless
Since he's paid his breadline dues
He bought that token
And now needs to lose it.
This winter it's the split-eyed look
And in the squint of spring
The vogue will be
For chic polarization
Kids spending their allowance
On next season's thing
Because the day-glo packs
Such sweet persuasion.
Rumours on the rebound
You can pick up on the news
Item equals totem claims-researcher.
In his thread-bare outfit
Tearing through the parking-lot
Dodging his limbs
That kick like ancient cannon
Toting hardware
Just to shoot his way out of this plot
That holds him to the wheels
That Adam ran on. . .
They say you must assemble
Your ensemble by detail
Or else end up as destitute as Randolph.
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When Randolph pulls a randomizer
On his bloodline blues
To further his estate
He means to use it
'cos he's been turning weightless
Since he's paid his breadline dues
He bought that token
And now needs to lose it.
This winter it's the split-eyed look
And in the squint of spring
The vogue will be
For chic polarization
Kids spending their allowance
On next season's thing
Because the day-glo packs
Such sweet persuasion.
Rumours on the rebound
You can pick up on the news
Item equals totem claims-researcher.
In his thread-bare outfit
Tearing through the parking-lot
Dodging his limbs
That kick like ancient cannon
Toting hardware
Just to shoot his way out of this plot
That holds him to the wheels
That Adam ran on. . .
They say you must assemble
Your ensemble by detail
Or else end up as destitute as Randolph.
On his bloodline blues
To further his estate
He means to use it
'cos he's been turning weightless
Since he's paid his breadline dues
He bought that token
And now needs to lose it.
This winter it's the split-eyed look
And in the squint of spring
The vogue will be
For chic polarization
Kids spending their allowance
On next season's thing
Because the day-glo packs
Such sweet persuasion.
Rumours on the rebound
You can pick up on the news
Item equals totem claims-researcher.
In his thread-bare outfit
Tearing through the parking-lot
Dodging his limbs
That kick like ancient cannon
Toting hardware
Just to shoot his way out of this plot
That holds him to the wheels
That Adam ran on. . .
They say you must assemble
Your ensemble by detail
Or else end up as destitute as Randolph.
Writer: MATS LARS OLOF HULDEN, PEKKA EERO RECHARDT
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.