Live From The Russian Compound

Lyrics for 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