Jesse Welles Lyrics
There's a mystery we ain't keen to solve
This question no one like this ask
How many folks then drove neath to spokes of the war machine have past?
Oh, how many Russians have died?
The white and the wealthy won't wine.
Being poor is so brutal, and it's a high paying ruble
So, get your ticket to fight on the line.
Oh, how many Russians have died?
They don't come from Moscow or St Pete.
They come from Dagestan, very Asia, Tuva, Keban, and they all get ground into meat.
And how many Russians have died? How red is the blood in the stain?
Life must be pretty bad. It must seem pretty sad
If you'd rather go die in Ukraine.
How many Russians have died?
Why does it seem so soon?
It's a ten times more than their Afghan war, and it's only half past noon.
