London calling to the far away towns, now war is declared, battle come down.
London calling to the underworld, so come out of the cupboard, ya boysand girls.
So I was a bit empty headed when I heard that someone wrote a paper researching communism(or socialism? Can't quite remember correctly) relating to Red Velvet's song Russian Rullet.
Like, why?
I'm at the drive thru, trying to order, all the time I spent on you.
If hapy ever after did exist, then I would be eating a sandwich.
'Cause all those fast food stuff are fulla crap.
One more stupid french fry, I'll be sick.
I'm beginning to feel like a sandwich, sandwich. All my people from bread to the ham nod, ham nod.
Now who thinks their tuna's enough to fill up, fill up?
Let me tell you a story, an awesome story.
Long time ago, in a sandwichland far, far away....
There lived a certain man, in Russia long ago, he was big and strong and his eyes a flaming glow.
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear, but to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear.
OF THE EDGE OF THE LIGHT, AND LOVE DARES YOU TO CHANGE OUR WAY OF CARING ABOUT OURSELVES, THIS IS OUR LAST DANCE
THIS IS OUR LAST DANCE
THIS IS OURSELVES
UNDER PRESSURE