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done up in rubber
The john's are jerky little G.I. Joe's
On R&R from Cuba and Russia
The smell of sex
The smell of suicide
All these things I just
a war in Russia and Sarejevo, too

So to hell with what you're thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
You're so distracted from the real thing
and learn to obey,
You spit out and douse a molotov cocktail,

Revolution soon dies sold out for a pay rise,
China, Russia, England, all washed up in
Bale plays
We can beat any side
So come on Wales
So come on Wales
With Ashley Williams
We can win any fight
Joe Jordan won with his hand
Russia
au revoir, I must write the dear old czar
I'm the Duke of Dubuque

I'm descended from the Romanovs in Russia
In the books my father was the czar
People all over join hands
People all over join hands
Join the love train

The next stop that we make will be England
So tell all the folks in Russia
au revoir, I must write the dear old czar
I'm the Duke of Dubuque

I'm descended from the Romanovs in Russia
In the books my father was the czar
Russia do not suffer
I know you're bold enough
I've been around the world And I have seen your love
I know I know it's you

You say hello then I say I
(love ride)
Start a love train (love ride), love train

The next stop that we make will be soon
Tell all the folks in Russia, and China, too
Don't you
happened to galoshes?
Down the drain.
Where's the Czar of all the Russias?
Down the drain.
And the five-cent candy bar,
And the good old Edsel car?
Eventually, like Napoleon, he attacked Russia
and I'm not sure what this means
But at some point I stopped remembering last night's dreams

And there's a lot to throw away
As in Soviet Russia
wealthy, young divorceé thought
That they were only after her money
Sometimes she even wished they would go back to Russia
But between you and me they were
done up in rubber
The john's are jerky little G.I. Joe's
On R&R from Cuba and Russia
The smell of sex
The smell of suicide
All these things I just
I sang to the people in Russia
As they were searching for the truth
Their eyes were so cold and empty
From the eldest to the youth
What
hands)
Come on now (clap your hands)

England, {?}
People all over the world are clappin' hands.
In Russia too, even in Japan,
Everyone feels better when
This house is like Russia, with eyes cold and gray.
You got me movin' in a circle. I dyed my hair red today.
I just want a little passion to hold
the bomb and that was good,
'Cause we love peace and motherhood.
Then Russia got the bomb, but that's O.K.,
'Cause the balance of power's maintained that
Russia, stowed away hidden in some bales
He took my grandma dancing to the air raid sirens whail

Then Saint George used his sword on the immigrant poor
prepared, here's what I propose to do

You're in Russia and more than a million works of art
Are whisked out to the woods
When the Nazis find the whole
This house is like Russia
With eyes cold and gray
You got me moving in a circle
I dyed my hair red today
I just want a little passion
To hold me
prepared, here's what I propose to do

You're in Russia and more than a million works of art
Are whisked out to the woods
When the Nazis find the whole
as gay as a Disney cow
Not a wrinkle upon my brow
Not a cent in the red
Not a care in the world

I view the scene
Like that queen of old Russia
As Kate
good for my health
I'm not comin' outta this dressing room
And get beaten up, by that goon!

Go back to Russia
Go back home
Don't want to get

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