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Godsmack in a straight-jacket

A mac and a knife

A broad’s back and it’s broad back at the taxi a trife

Motherfucker the life lights motherfucker the lights

Fuck it, it’s bright as a motherfucker

He right as a motherfucker

The rain can’t stay in those plastic canisters

And the brain pan is pandering

Dang, man, he keeping it tucked (what?)

The nine in the space between his spine and the belt

Buckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offline

He rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin'

The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin'

The road slick, ass slippin' and then

He hope they’re paying in cash

Sick of these hipster-ass kissers kissing everyone’s ass but his

History major, ain’t doing shit with it, but what would he do?

Teach at the fucking new school of the arts?

For a bunch of hooligan upstarts

Full of themselves, not smart enough to grapple with anything real

That’s when the Jaguar emblem

Crashed through the driver-side window

And the driver of the Jaguar’s head left his body

Still sitting in the rental

The couple all bloody

Tongues punctured by each others teeth

Died and didn’t let go

The taximan’s been bisected by the hood of a car

He’d never buy, probably would never drive

Randy was the first on the scene

Seeing this, couldn’t breathe for a hot sec

Just transferred up from the desk

'cause he thought he was ready, but he not yet

Hashbrown and eggs on his shirt

And the pant leg, soon as he caught a whiff

Hadn’t thrown up more than once since he was a little kid

And his brother made him drink a half bottle of

Pine-Sol, spinal everywhere

He wrote the report as soon as he left the scene

Mind all everywhere, he gotta get more booze soon

Or he gonna scream

Time all funny when his stomach goes skydive

What year was it last?

Hadn’t had a drink in about five

But mama said every day was just made for sipping away

He may be slipping

But hey, nobody said they was perfect

Randy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the face

Swore he just said something 'bout his mama, say it to my face

Not so funny when I got a chopper all up in your mouth

Where the fucking jokes?

You a comedian, man, spit it out

Spit it out, spit it out, why you ain’t gon' spit it out?

Break a couple teeth and give him something he can spit about

Blood dripping all on his wrist, boy Randy got it cold, right

That Police Academy shit, he don’t run from no fights

He don’t run from nothin'

Nothing left for discussin'

Scumsuckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin'

Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousin

These cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin'

And he protect and serve, these bitches got some nerve

Trying not to serve him when he keep killers off of they curbs

Killers off of they streets, these killers off of they minds

So they can go to sleep at night and think that everything’s fine

He had a glass of wine to calm him down, that was a’ight

Was talking to this sexy girl, half black and half white

He asked her what she wanted, ordered up another pint

When they told him he was cut off and all Randy saw was lights

And Randy starts to cry, he can’t figure out why

He told his sister walk, unless she stop kissing that guy

She said «You ain’t my dad!»

He said «Bitch, catch a cab.»

And that’s the last discussion she and Randy ever had