His Violence Honey I
Randell has a cunning mind, spends mostly all his time alone
England Born, bred cultured boy, still finds that nature feels like home
Funny how they run away when he flashes his teeth
Rarely Randell cares for much but hanging in his make believe

Child, it’s not so bad
Boy, the fun we have

It all passes
His violence
All the dreaming and fighting
These strange adventures with the freaks
Our gutter shootouts in the street

Wild minded engineer
Designed children’s amusement rides
Diamond pythons, hurricanes
And monster rainbow slippery slides
Funny what the old man sings to all of Randell's band
Get to know yourself my boys, you’re never lonely in dreamland
It all passes
His violence
All the dreaming and fighting
These strange adventures with the freaks
Our gutter shootouts in the street

Lightning, strikes first, then comes, thunder
Swim in, reverse, shark eyes, perverts

Some want the genius to crawl in a parade
To talk and impress and reveal all their tricks
To give them the future without the destruction
Of passionate poison and learning to listen

Randell just wanted to hang with his brother
To tell him some stories, but he’s just a sucker
That lives in his books and gets lost with his characters
One day he’ll get through this pitiful laughter

Kids watching crows circle skeletons of blue whales, that have washed aground and rest upon the shore

Who loves ya’ baby, won’t you smile
Wipe away those tears crocodile