Russian Roulettes & Persian Carpets

Three o’clock in the morning

But i cannot fall asleep

I’ve done almost everything

I’ve counted goats and sheep

So i grab my car keys and go

To the closest supermarket around

To purchase the only product

That makes me a little calm

I’ll take a bottle of scotch

And i’ll lie with you

Because i don’t have to go

And i don’t want to leave you

Welcome to the bottom

Of the bottom of the bottom

Welcome to the gutter

Of the gutter of the gutter

Down under the heaven

Of the heaven of the heaven

Floating on the river

Of the river of my life

I will point a soviet gun against my head

I’ll push the trigger and i’ll see what happens next

I am the eraser head

Erasing things is the one thing

That’s making me dead

Russian roulettes and persian carpets

Are the birthday gifts from me to you