Your mother was a model Your father's still a psychopath Your somewhere in the middle Unfinished sketches on your desk The pictures never ended up Quite like you thought they'd be You rendered all the details right But they never formed the scene Randolph Street So you got a little brownstone On the right end of the street Garden on the front porch You keep the windows clean The home you always wanted But you can't seem to relax One foot out the front door And one foot stuck in the past Randolph Street You look into the rearview You roll those windows down The lights keep getting brighter As you head south out of town You know you finally found the place You were always meant to be Until the bumper right in front of you Reads TRUMP 2016 Oh No Randolph Street