She came all the way from Saint PetersburgnWearing one of her too many leather dragsnShe comes on to me while I smoke my head goodbyennWe hurry on to the Starlight HotelnAs she slowly puts her hands and surrounds my neck nWhen I turn around I see she was never there for mennSome days are better than othersnWhen she screams out loud inside my cellnSome days are better than othersnWhen there's no revolution to be foundnnKiss my lonesome state of mindnKiss my lonesome state of mindnKiss my lonesome state of mindnGoodbyennMedia evil USAnI'm gonna free my mind, I'm gonna free your mindnI'm gonna kiss your white wing American lie goodbyennSome days are better than othersnWhen she screams out loud inside my cellnSome days are better than othersnWhen there's no revolution to be foundn