i heard the Russians are coming
but i don't know what to think
i'm piling up everything at my front door but the famous kitchen sink
and i can't speak their lingo
what is the best way for me to go?
there's a angry crowd to my left
an angry mob on my right
and i was gonna be with my old lady tonight
but things are spinning out of control
i see Russians crawling out of a big black hole
and i'm about to run to town
don't know if anyone will still be around
but i need some bread and milk
maybe a bottle of good booze
hell, what do i have to lose?
they're probably at my back door
and i'm here at the grocery store
there is no way i'm heading home
maybe i should go skiing
i can't believe what it is i'm seeing
so do i run to the beach
or is it already out of reach?
i heard the Russians are coming
but i don't know what to think
i'm piling up everything at my front door but the famous kitchen sink
and i can't speak their lingo
what is the best way for me to go?
there's an angry crowd to my left
an angry mob on my right
and i was gonna be with my old lady tonight
but things are spinning out of control
i see Russians crawling out of a big black hole
and i'm about to run to town
don't know if anyone will still be around
but i need some bread and milk
maybe a bottle of good booze
hell, what do i have to lose?
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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