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