Lyrics White Russian Galaxy - The Crimea

White Russian Galaxy

Straight out of high school
And into the jungle
Searching for Tarzan who might be Dad
You kick like a mule
Short of an Oscar
And screaming blue murder at newly weds
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
You talk like a fish
In nonsensical bubbles
Then blow the word bitch through your smoke ring
You cause only trouble
You bring only suffering
Just get in the spaceship and stop bleeding
Who knows what goes on in her pretty little head
Who knows
Why do you never sing in church on Sundays
Why won’t you ever go all the way
You’re floating towards heavenly hell
Hanging from the rafters like a church bell
You’re light years away from reality
Lonely, and lost in a white Russian galaxy