Infectious Grooves - Cousin Randy lyrics

Spoken: "Many people have many definitions of what family is Some say it's blood, some say it's a bond Some say it's a bond made with blood Well, this is the story of Cousin Randy Cousin Randy, six-foot-seven cyco muthaf**a Locked down half his life He's my family, family by blood And if you see him, don't look at him long 'Cause he'll k** ya, in a second, and it wouldn't be the first time Cousin Randy..." He'd disappear for years, then one day he would just show Dad would buy him shoes, give him $50 and he'd go He talked about the good days of war in Vietnam Did two tours of duty with his new love h**n You knew he'd be convicted before he was ever tried Did his time in Chino, then Folsom and Wayside But every day was prison, molested as a kid Abused by his stepfather, hard to believe the things he did We call him Cousin Randy Couldn't get up in the morning, couldn't get to sleep at night Swore the room was full of Demons, but nothin' was in our sight No one was safe when Randy came out to play He would leave you for dead and then just walk away We call him Cousin Randy One time while at Grandma's, it was getting kind of late Randy stayed outside 'cause his odor was so great He walked out of the door and I told him "good night" He charged me, grabbed my neck and he started squeezing tight Dad and Jim and Grandpa jumped on to his back He screamed "What's so good about it" before he let up his attack The next day, while we were swimming, he tried to drown my sister Laughing as she struggled, then he pulled her up and kissed her We call him Cousin Randy To us, he's just Cousin Randy. Spoken: "Yeah, so when Cousin Randy wasn't in jail, he used to trip around Sometimes showin' up at the relatives house, hangin' for a while then leavin' You know, everybody feelin' sorry for him and sh**, 'cause, you know His mom died when he was so young of leukemia. Well one time while he was staying at my grandfather's house, you know They were trying to help him out, gettin' him jobs, but you know Randy wasn't too much on workin' He had a one job he did longer than ever He never worked more than two days, but this job he lasted a week Yeah, it was taking the heads off o'chickens So one day my grandfather had to ask him, seein' how Randy would get up early in the morning Make his lunch and he'd even go to work early, he was like 'Randy, what's so great about this job?' He says 'It makes ya think, it makes ya wonder, i's just so expanding of the mind Ya see, there I am, I rip the head off the chicken, and then the chicken starts flyin' all over Then he comes back at me, and I wonder is he flyin' back at me 'cause he's mad 'cause I ripped his head off Or is he flyin' at me 'cause I'm holdin' his head in my hand Or is he flyin' at me 'cause he can't see where he's goin'?" Yeah, ain't no one seen Cousin Randy in many years..."