Dreary skies are grey as summer ends
Your lover's gone and so are all your friends
But who knows just what the day will bring when you walk out the door
You coose reason or insanity at least you're never bored
In Russia
In Russia
It's show time
In Russia
The sidewalk's closed; you're walking on the street
The cars splash muddy water on your feet
See the gangsters in their limousines, the bums out in the yard
Yes, they both know joy and misery but they still party hard
In Russia
In Russia
It's show time
In Russia
See the gangsters in their limousines, the bums out in the yard
Yes, they both know joy and misery but they still party hard
In Russia
In Russia
It's show time
In Russia