This is a song about "Being russian"

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

And this will be the song that we sing

Or was i just a desolate being

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

U never being home,

So i ended up all alone

I was born to do the damn thing

For going on being

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything

I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky