Sweet Mother Russia by Clem Snide
How's my Sweet Mother Russia?
Dissolving, I take it
Like sugar and apple juice swallowed
I'm learning your language
And I promise I'll write
But of weather what is there to speak of?
The clouds were all cotton
And my mouth got so dry
From those little red pills that you gave me
With your pretty face lost
In a sea of bad haircuts
And cherry pie lipstick insisting
And how's that Deep Purple record
I hummed in your ear?
Like a fight song whispered through pillows
And here's more cups of coffee
To trick your hard stomach
And my warm hands to keep it from turning
How's my Sweet Mother Russia
Did you know sharks never sleep?
Busy bending their spines to receive you
And this longing for pleasure
Is all in your head
And silently traveling through oceans