Russia By Allan Rayman
I’m stuck when you say, no way, get outta here, you’re bullshit
I could complain but I don’t, you want me too but I won’t
I’m moving to Russia, the vodka, the caviar, the suicidal novelists and red stars
Come along, drop your things but I know you won’t
Cause you stay, stay, break my heart every single day
Will you stay, stay, break my heart every single day
I’m stuck where you stay, so I play, and you play too so I’m upset
Can she go my way, but she don’t, I want her to but she won’t
I’m moving to Russia, the vodka, the caviar, the suicidal novelists
So rest up and come along, drop your things but I know you won’t
Will you stay, stay, break my heart every single day
Will you stay, stay, break my heart every single day
