I went to Russia and I got ‘er done,
Me and some orphans had some fun,
You never know who’s filming when you’ve blocked out the sun,
Now the little man has me under his thumb.

Oh Lord, it tastes so sweet,
Honey on the hands, cognac on the feet,
It’s a mistake I won’t repeat,
“Have a cigar before I take away the sheets.”

I sold my soul to Russia and I got ‘er done,
Me and Mississippi had some some fun,
The walls have eyes, there’s nowhere to run,
How do I tell Jehovah what I’ve done to his Son?

Oh Lord, they washed my feet,
And pressed wild flowers in ways I thought were discreet,
There’s a hole in my heart where the angels beat,
Drums made of rubber with fists of concrete.

I went to Russia and I got ‘er done,
Me and some orphans had some fun,
You never know who’s filming when you’ve blocked out the sun,
Now the little man has me under his thumb.