On the streets of hard labor Ex-soviet shrines All the women are weeping Endlessly
You can ask them what’s happened They’ll sooth your ears with more lies All the women are weeping But there’s hope in their eyes
Charlie Lee, oh Charlie Lee You can sit down on your throne Any time you want Any time at all While they spit down on The likes of me, Oh Charlie Lee, Charlie Lee. Charlie Lee,You can sit down Any time you want
Oh, the blankness of a table lamp And the dull books on the shelf Make you angry and you Wish something would change Before this world spins into an end What's the difference between a whiteness of A ceiling and a whiteness of a grave?
I will never dye my hair red And light a cigarette, You, you, human
The chorus will say you'll be alright, doll, you've got talent everybody in this city wants it, but sadly very few have got so they make up for it, with good manners. Wit and charm.