How's my Sweet Mother Russia?nDissolving I take itnLike sugar and apple juice swallowednnI'm learning your languagenAnd I promise I'll writenBut of weather what is there to speak of?nnThe clouds were all cottonnAnd my mouth got so drynFrom those little red pills that you gave mennWith your pretty face lostnIn a sea of bad haircutsnAnd cherry pie lipstick insistingnnAnd how's that Deep Purple recordnI hummed in your ear?nLike a fight song whispered through pillowsnnAnd here's more cups of coffeenTo trick your hard stomachnAnd my warm hands to keep it from turningnnHow's my Sweet Mother RussianDid you know sharks never sleep?nBusy bending their spines to receive younnAnd this longing for pleasurenIs all in your headnAnd silently traveling through oceans