Letra da Música: White Russian Galaxy - The Crimea

Straight out of high school
And into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan who might be dad
You kick like a mule
Short of an Oscar
Screaming blue murder at newly weds

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows

You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word bitch through
your smoke ring
You cause only trouble
You bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship
and stop bleeding

Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows

why do you never sing in church on Sundays
Why won't you ever go all the way You're floating towards heavenly hell
hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You're light years away from reality
Lonely and lost in a White Russian Galaxy

Who knows Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head