Sweet Mother Russia

How's my Sweet Mother Russia?

Dissolving I take it

Like sugar and apple juice swallowed

I'm learning your language

And I promise I'll write

But of weather what is there to speak of?

The clouds were all cotton

And my mouth got so dry

From those little red pills that you gave me

With your pretty face lost

In a sea of bad haircuts

And cherry pie lipstick insisting

And how's that Deep Purple record

I hummed in your ear?

Like a fight song whispered through pillows

And here's more cups of coffee

To trick your hard stomach

And my warm hands to keep it from turning

How's my Sweet Mother Russia

Did you know sharks never sleep?

Busy bending their spines to receive you

And this longing for pleasure

Is all in your head

And silently traveling through oceans