(M. Monroe & A. McCoy) Exiled in my bedroom Feel jackhammers in my head A Southern Russian chill comes over me Well, I might have just mistaken you
friend. It's Russian roulette. It's Russian roulette. [guitar solo] You are all alone. And there's no more bets. You're in the danger zone. This is Russian
Russian, YOU'LL BE RUSSIAN, WE'LL ALL BE RUSSIAN HOME The brochure said it's nice & warm, you need no Russian uniform We had the flu & caught a Russian
you can tell by the flippers & fin's C'mon, yo! I got a wack style Taking the offspring & joke with 'em The distorted guitar stream Who am I? russian
play these beats because They used to drive us on the dance floor And people don?t really know that as a rock record Until like the guitars come in and
a, like a theater, alright, okay and bdellium? Bdellium, it?s a gum like tree resin, it starts with a silent B And then czar? Yeah, it?s uh like a Russian
; But the bravest of these was a man by the name Of Ivan Skavinsky Skivar. He could imitate Irving, play Euchre and pool And perform on the Spanish Guitar
ha ha. Are you sure . . . Are you from strabourg or was He's a russian spy, he's a russian I think. I think so. Get him. Hands up! Oh god. What's goin
. No, no, no, no, you've nothing to shout about. No, no, no, nothing to shout about. No more spying undercover. But still you'll never trust your Russian
Got married later on Had a child by the name of Julian The eldest Jean Francoise What a mixture of sweetness and snobbery Milkfed by his mother On Russian
a, like a theater, alright, okay and bdellium? Bdellium, it's a gum like tree resin, it starts with a silent B And then czar? Yeah, it's uh like a Russian
these beats because they used to drive us on the dance floor And people don't really know that it's a rock record until like the guitars come in and
the night in three drinks time Where the bars were full it was summertime Punks were hangin out in the park While someone practised electric guitar We
friend. It's Russian roulette. It's Russian roulette. (guitar solo) You are all alone. And there's no more bets. You're in the danger zone. This is Russian
ear and an eye To see him with Tommy stole candy from the corner store To feed to the mice that he made a home By the side of a heater next to his guitar
I say - this is where we'll get together Playing - it's the kind of game you play one on one a Russian roulette without the gun I say - don't you think
