Thank You, Russia!

Uncanny uncanny

Well, it was winter or June down in New York City
I was floating around gutted and emulsified

I'd lease the flesh of a working woman
But I never met a whore that was my type

There's too much romance here and I'm an outsider
"Well, here's an ad that you might like"

An unsolicited email from the grand duchy
Says they can parcel or post me the perfect wife

And oh
(Thank You Russia!)
Oh oh
(Thank You Russia!)
OH!
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)
OH!
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)

The ad read, the ad read
That you could buy yourself the love and the affection that you so conquested
For a meek payment of five thousand board game-esque denominations
Of the certain sought after currency

And oh
(Thank You Russia!)
Oh oh
(Thank You Russia!)
OH!
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)
OH!
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)

Oh, let's go!

OH!
(Thank You Russia!)
Oh oh
(Thank You Russia!)
OH!
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)
OH! Uncanny uncanny!
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)

In the back of a cab, in the back of a cab
Reading propaganda for the next new phenomenon
(Oh, Thank You Russia!)
I think of those rusky maggots who tried to con me out of a life of love
And neverending minge!
(Oh, Thank You Russia!)
We will begin again. We will begin again.
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)
I just need to get
(Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh oh oh!)



Credits
Writer(s): Austin Eichler
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