Russian Lsd - Fiction Plane

We waltzed this waltz for ages

You’re jitterbug contagious

You’re so good to me

But nothing that you do

Will make me happy

All the pretty ladies

Lizards struck with rabies

We send them out to sea

Nothing to distract us from our dailies

We’re like lovers in the third ring of hell

We’ve uncovered the ball of the belle

You really gots to meet her

The master’s Margarita

She got the devil’s heart

Then she was arrested for the private part

The poor professor lacks

His head is on the tracks

By a carvery

The prince had it gilded and he toasted me

We’re like lovers in the third ring of hell

We’ve uncovered the ball of the belle

It’s a dash

It’s a dot

With a pussy cat on top

When the cat rides for free

This is Russian LSD

The ink has dried on the future

But you can’t predict the past

And if it’s been written down

You can almost guarantee it won’t last

They kept the truth in cages

And they offered up the wine

If you just watch the dancing

While god walks past your eyes

You’ll be fine

We’re like lovers in the third ring of hell

We’ve uncovered the ball of the belle

It’s a dash

It’s a dot

With a pussy cat on top

When the cat rides for free

This is Russian LSD