Rushian, always Rushian. Yeah, yeah. Rushian, always Rushian. Yeah, yeah. . Anatole, do you have to keep on telling me. That this time will pass you and we won't be.
Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?. . Why sue me? Why sue me? Why?.
Heard of a land held by a troubled hand. Where the whiskey runs the coal. Don't you dare go ask the newsman. 'Cause he'll tell you everything he don't know.
Solarium malaria lookin' for the stereo. Wanted to save being excommunicated from the area, it's okay. In the city said, he cut a cord of wood. No bigger than a thimble but still plenty good, it's okay.