Russian Roulette

The Russian bear is hungry
He's dancing in his chains
And the trainer is melancholy
Feeling hard and grey, okay
And he will have to dig for miles underground of soil
If, if not for Frenchmen dizzy
From turning their backs on everyone's story
And everybody's disgust
Everybody's distrust
Distrust, disgust

Well, behind the sanitary napkin beauty
That oozes out of each and every song
He harnesses the blood bank soul
To package creatures that belong
Hey you, John Wayne, he can feel no pain
'Cause he's got no brain
He's riding horses to Apocalypse and back
Just like a cross-eyed, Paul McCartney
Like another cross-eyed, Paul McCartney

For hard-judged creatures that belong above the weathered tan
That material safety ain't a safety found in numbers
But they're never getting slumber
When they're never getting zoned
And the getting's all gone
I love a big gain
Kate and Peter, beauty comes last
Safety first and beauty comes last
Safety first 'cause spiteful caravan goes last
Antique caravan goes last

Well, Delilah, is your hair ever bloated?
Samson's shorn and hoarse
With 50 calibre bullets
For the truncheons in the human race
Japan, Japan, Japan, we love you
They carve you like a California turkey
Feed to hungry, missiles sucking
The moist vagina of the world
Hey you, leave it

And Russia is defecting
Russia, Russia is defecting
Russia is defected, is defective, is defected
Is defective, is defecting
What's wrong with the motherland?
What's wrong with the fatherland?
Have they come to join the Ku Klux Klan?

And elect black Communists surgeons in case you need them
Elect Communist surgeons
Elect black Communist surgeons
Elect black Communist surgeons today, in case you need them
In the rain, if it rains
When it rains
It never rains on the Russian Party
Rains

If it rains, if it rains
If it rains on the Communist Party
If it rains, if it rains
If it rains on the Communist Party
If it rains, if it rains
If it rains on the Communist Party