Текст песни Mother Russia - Steve Poltz

Mother Russia, Mother Russia
Where have you been?
I've been walking kinda tender on needles and pins
And my life is full of trouble but I still get by
I steal enough to feed me but I never tell a lie
I won't stop until I'm done and my cup is full
I need non stop action and I hate it when it's dull
Allelujah to your jesus
And I'll raise you a saint
You're showing three Buddhas and I'm feeling kinda faint

Had a job making pizzas but I soon got fired for singing on the microphone and acting really wired
My boss said "Son, you know we need dedicated pizzamakers but the only thing that you are is a drunk entertainer"
So I hitched a ride to Reno in a tortilla truck
Only made it up to Davis til I ran outta luck
Got a job singing songs in a Russian pizza parlor
My parents always hoped I would make it kinda farther
Allelujah to your Jesus
And I'll raise you a saint
You're showing three Buddhas and I'm feeling kinda faint
I make pizzas on the side when I ain't singing songs
I make amends on my days off, I try to right my wrongs
But there ain't a lot of time left on my ticking meter
You can call me Saint Steve or you can just call me Peter
If you put your faith in me, I'll never do you wrong
But I can't be trusted 'cause I'll put you in a song
Mother Russia, Mother Russia
You're an epic sweeping novel
I want you back baby but I ain't too proud to grovel
If the lines on a face are a road map to the soul then mine have been spun like a stripper on a pole
Mother Russia, Mother Russia
The skies are blue, I got a hunger in my heart and a naked love for you
Allelujah to your Jesus and I'll raise you a saint
You're showing three Buddhas and I'm feeling kinda faint
I'm feeling kinda faint