Long hair, jeans, handmade guitar That Goddamn day in JFK I thought, I'll soon become a star And things will be OK Car-wash, gas-station, supermarket There is no better job For tough, ambitious Russianjerk On his way to the top. So slow and hard this fuck'n way But I don't really care. America, you're eating me alive Any fool can be a millionare So I will try Pretty chicks who don't exactly care Will weap & cry I could be king of nightclubs If doorman let me in You just need to speak some Russian To know what I mean. But they are gambling, drinking, smoking But I don'y really care. America, you're eating me alive! Cheapest beer in Brooklin bars - my only pleasure The stolen tape recorder is my only pleasure Black streep-girl from the go-go club - my only friend I'm Slavic hero drunk & lost in promised land America, you're eating me alive! Well, I could be doing better, But I don't give a shit.
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