like school It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks He never ever seen none of them carryin books
got a directive, all report to the neighborhood Collective ten hours a day, making makeup So the girls at the front can be more protected If I die on the Russian front, bury me with Russian
died when I was four I've lived through war and peace and war and war and war and war I could write a book about my past lives I should write a book
love is in your eyes. Reading your body, just like a (book). For the language of love. oooh . The Language of love. I've heard many lies in Russian.
with loaded gifts Golden clips, shotty slipped like psychotic hits In soldier flicks, who wrote the shit superior Mines combine the modus click Enterprise like German spies, keep my eyes on soviets Stay Russian
Music: Rupert Holmes Lyrics: Rupert Holmes Book: Rupert Holmes Premiere: Wednesday, August 21, 1985 Chairman: What's a king without his crown? Take
kill me!} No need to worry about the Vietnamese {Ha, ha, ha} Got to bring the Russian bear to its knees (Got to get on) Well, maybe not the Russian bear
the yanks and English And proceeded to extinguish The fuhrer and its vermin This is how it all began Now the devil, he was readin' In the good book
reborn Into the dead of the night In the dead of the night Oh, the dead of the night I keep a pencil and a book, I say this is how a life can look Russian
, feed us like guaranteed they gon' kill us Fleeing, ninety in a night suit, G-ing white dudes Hit the locks first, we made a right troop I'm lushin' Russian
chased by desire only person that could get me higher blood flowing like a tap left running little smile i could see she's cunning white knight oscillating primal i was booked
When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store. Saw a picture book of whales, shootin' his spout and flashin' his tail. Then he go, a sailor
the sixties You had three sons Handsome husband by your side I flirted with everyone Your husband, aging but vain With the ladies was quite renowned Author of books
come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And the land that I live in Has God on its side. Oh the history books
come from Is called the Midwest I's taught and brought up there The laws to abide And that land that I live in Has God on its side. Oh the history books
name to Sherlock Holmes. Followed some clues from my detective bag And discovered they wus red stripes on the American flag! That ol' Betty Ross . . . Well, I investigated all the books
Down at the chambers she waves at the waiter while talking about a play that she read. She is painting her words like some old Russian poet forgotten