Songtext von Live From The Russian Compound

Cowboy lawman-found a cell Tore into it-as night fell Bankers kids are getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips at home or at the rubble that's left when you return Have an armed guard posted at your flag Stroll through town with a gun stuffed in your pants Bankers kids are getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips at home or at the rubble that's left when you return Criminal lawman-found a cell Tore into it-made life hell Bombs bursting-houses burning Diplomacy's tyrant treats