Live From The Russian Compound

by The Locust

From the album: Plague Soundscapes

Track 4 of 23 on Plague Soundscapes (2003).

Duration: 0:58

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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

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