Live From The Russian Compound by The Locust Lyrics

Cowboy lawman found a cell
Tore into it as night fell

Bankers' kids are
Getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
Cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
At home or at the
Rubble that's left
When you return

Have an armed guard posted at your flag
Stroll through town with a gun stuffed in your pants

Bankers' kids are
Getting bingo'd
Smells like midnight's
Cooked up a storm in here
Leave those loose lips
At home or at the
Rubble that's left
When you return
Cowboy lawman found a cell
Tore into it, made life hell

Bombs bursting, houses burning
Diplomacy's tyrant treats