Russiatown

We're The Cowmen and we play country music 2, 3, 4

Goin' on to Russiatown
We have to hang a boy there
He was incarcerated for trying to make love to the moon
You can't make love to the moon

Cancer is a good thing there
Boys and girls drop dead in the streets
Come let's go to the parade for them
After we hang that boy

Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!

Russiatown has many ports
They all lead off to hell
Snakes are used as currency
Their venom is made of gold

The oldest man in Russiatown
Divorced a thousand wives
He's also the mayor of this town
He forces us to pay his alimony

Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!

2, 3, Behold it's this, our Russiatown
Where sheep and geese, they can talk
When you're hungry you sleep
And when you're thirsty you eat
And rape occurs almost constantly

Satan is the king of pain
He's also the king of hell
He's the god of this town
You sacrifice your first born child to him

Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!
Russiatown!