I would drink vodka,
I'd hit a smoke and a joint,
I'd penetrate my vein,
[With] A cold needle,
You don't see it coming.
People on edge,
You don't hear 'em,
The Urals at the gate.
In my heart, I believe,
That you'll be here for me.
I've been busting my ass,
I dance on stage, like a clown,
Folks drink,
And they don't care about me.
Me, of course,
Sings into the abyss,
And as-always 1
I get paid for it.
But in my heart, I believe,
You'll be here to protect me.
I was told: "You'll be fine if you pay your mind!"
They warned me : "Don't play with fire!"
But I hate it,
Your friend behind your back,
Doesn't give up.
So just be yourself!
In my heart, I believe you,
So pray for me!
Soaking in warm water,
In a bathtub,
I struggle with the temptation of a razor knife.
Some will say : "You're showing off!"
People I care for, good folks,
Oh, I envy you!
My freedom just isn't enough! (x3)
Born beneath an ensign,
The stars were alive until now,
Beneath the Hammer-and-Sickle constellation,
The fiery revolution.
Someone will help,
Slip my shoes on,
And play on an old guitar.
In my heart, I believe,
That you won't leave my side!
Soaking in warm water,
In a bathtub,
I struggle with the temptation of a razor knife.
Some will say : "You're showing off!"
People I care for, good folks,
Oh, I envy you!
My freedom just isn't enough! (x3)`
1. Lynch me for my usage of the dash.