Texty písní Andrew Jackson Jihad

Andrew Jackson Jihad

Randy's House

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 that 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