Letra de Live From The Russian Compound
Cowboy lawman-found a cell Tore into it-as night fellBankers kids are Getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's Cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips At home or at the Rubble that's left When you returnHave an armed guard posted at your flag Stroll through town with A gun stuffed in your pantsBankers kids are Getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's Cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips At home or at the Rubble that's left When you returnCriminal lawman-found a cell Tore into it-made life hellBombs bursting-houses burning Diplomacy's tyrant treats