Blaze Bayley — Russian Holiday

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After every late night
there is an early start
Some of the roads aren’t roads
And all the seats are hard
Sixteen men are boys,
we laugh about these things
I don’t want to understand my Russian holiday

Saint Petersburg is overnight
and we sleep on the train
And I am Harry Palmer
from a film with Michael Caine
Tinker tailor soldier spy* and someone disappeared
And now he’s back again on my Russian holiday

Another crazy show,
and there’s no JD* on the stage
Today they watched and waited
Outside in the freezing rain
Have you got a line* I heard an old man say
No we don’t have that here,
on my Russian holiday

Who can tell me now, will I ever see home again
I would give my life if I could see your face now
Who can tell me now, will I ever see home again
I would give my life if I could see your face now
If I could see your face

I’m feeling so down,
but I don’t get worse
So that is a good thing in the Russian world
They go by their hearts, and not on their feet
They are as tough as anyone can be
On my Russian holiday