Слова:
Regina Spektor Soviet Kitsch

Carbon monoxide, soon I?ll go to sleep If I don?t got my socks on right They slide right off off my feet As I walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a, walk-a,

The food that I'm eating Is suddenly tasteless I know I'm alone now I know what it tastes like So break me to small parts Let go in small doses But spare

I had a dream Crispy crispy Benjamin Franklin came over Baby, sat all four of my kids Then in my dream, I told the doctor off He said, ?If you don't

I kissed your lips and I tasted blood I asked you, "What happened?" and you said, "There'd been a fight" You said, "I've been fighting for your honor

They made a statue of us And they put it on a mountain top Now tourists come and stare at us Blow bubbles with their gum Take photographs of fun, have

: Poor little rich boy, all the couples have gone You wish that they hadn?t, you don?t wanna be alone But they wanna kiss and they got homes of their

: She will kiss you til your lips bleed But she will not take her dress off Americana Tropicana All the sailor boys have demons They sing oh kentucky

: A man walks out of his apartment It is raining He's got no umbrella He starts running beneath the awnings trying to save his suit Tryin to dryin

: Somedays aren't yours at all They come and go as if they're someone elses days They come and leave you behind some elses face And it's harsher than