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the
Torso
Face on
The pale
Monkey
Nails
Cossacks are
Charging in
Charging into
Fields of
White roses
Cossacks are
Charging in
Charging into
Fields of
White
Cossacks, hey hey hey, raise your glasses, hey
Natasha, ha ha ha, you are beautiful, ah ha
Comrades, hey hey hey, here's to life, hey
To your health,
comes
And still the natives beat the drums

And we're born in captivity
We're all born in captivity
Yes, we're born in captivity
Cossack children
said: 'My friend
Ta gueule p'tite me boot
You who are going to kill the Cossacks
This means love
Make for me a little dà © tour
Before starting the attack
tricks that Ruskie bear
The United Nations said it's all fair
He did the radiation he did the chemical plague
But he could not win with a cossack spin
found in the kitchen, where the stove at?
Got that ***, got that ***, get them *** sacks
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks

All my
fortune to us all, hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh-hoh, hey!
Moscow, Moscow, join us for a Cossack Show
We'll go dancing 'round the clock, hah-hah-hah-hah-hah, hey!
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
hey! hey! hey!
There come the cossacks
The road spiders
The super gliders
Burnin' trash, flickin' class, all the white trash
Yeah!
Hey! hey! hey!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
There come the cossacks
The road spiders
The super gliders
Burnin' trash, flickin' class, all the white trash
Yeah!
Hey! Hey! Hey!
hey! hey! hey!
There come the cossacks
The road spiders
The super gliders
Burnin' trash, flickin' class, all the white trash
Yeah!
Hey! hey! hey!
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
the Seiko 
Or Timex, I suplex, get biz on the cossacks 
Put 'em in a line then I ask, "Who's next?" 
Grand Puba, guaranteed to make a big hit 
Doin' much
Death or glory, death or glory
Blood and iron, it's the same old story

I swung a saber and I was a young Hussar
I was a Cossack, fighting for
We've paid in hell since Moscow burned
As Cossacks tear us piece by piece
Our dead are strewn a hundred leagues
Though death would be a sweet
and empty-handed
Where the wild-eyed Cossacks ride

Don't forget
About delight
You know what I'm saying to you
Don't forget
About delight
You know

Spring
the truth was all too real.
Taken by storm, attacked from behind
by the Cossacks, the mighty "Troops of steel";
turned to their heels

Just like Napoleon
pen: 

La la I knew this man at the station (before the trucks disappeared) 
I need matrimony said the Cossack to his pony la la: listening for motors
of all our poverty
A call that renders me ageless
Turning he pages of a belief that's greater than us all

Amen to the fools and the cossacks
I'm a hussar, I'm a Hun, I'm a wretched Englishman 
Routing Bonaparte at Waterloo
I'm a dragoon on a dun, I'm a Cossack on the run
I'm a horse
nightclub in the USSR
Music vodka caviar
It's the cossacks local spot
Where they come in from the cold to that

Jukebox in Siberia
Pounding out hysteria
Neo-Cossacks in NATO colors
For the State herding sheep
Your internment re-education
Prove you can learn or forever sleep

Come on and fight, heart is

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