Ticket To Russia Songtext / Lyric

Right wing, wrong way out of a big mess

and I'm stressing out over information learned on air.

I'm taking very good care of the people and the places I love.

We are in bed with the one.

Channel the money and run.

Documents destroyed and the public isn't raising questions.

I think I have the answer.

It's got a mile to reach the tip of my tongue

and I'm sleeping just to dream.

A victory.

It's bittersweet.

I'm making plans on my own.

Rocket makers open shop.

Build a bridge, the key to globalization.

Rocket ships are so much fun.

Now I think I'm giving up.

Left wing, write me a proposition.

Write me just a little more than a punchline, out line in.

Have a glass of good gin and listen to the music as it plays.