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