The Crimea

The Crimea - White Russian Galaxy lyrics

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Straight out of high school

And into the jungle

Searching for Tarzan who might be dad

You kick like a mule

Short of an Oscar

Screaming blue murder at newly weds 


Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows 


You talk like a fish

In nonsensical bubbles

Then blow the word bitch through

your smoke ring

You cause only trouble

You bring only suffering

Just get in the spaceship

and stop bleeding 


Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head

Who knows 


why do you never sing in church on Sundays

Why won't you ever go all the way You're floating towards heavenly hell

hanging from the rafters like a church bell

You're light years away from reality

Lonely and lost in a White Russian Galaxy 


Who knows Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
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Language: English

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