Green olives are closing in on me It’s a Sunday at a party in a morgue Some russian died, I don’t care Chance is I don’t want to dare To take that last green olive Meteors will light the sky Heavens will fall oh my Please don’t tell me I’m just scared Russians all around You’ll have to take a chance Because you lost a game Of wisdom The universe will stop Little things will fall at once Because you lost a game Against your gods Everyday I see that pretty bird I carry A photograph as a talisman The old owl is russian wisdom Even as he is as old as I am Always speaking to my imagination They’re having their talkshows About the weather and about How I’m gonna die tomorrow Everywhere I look I notice the presence of his act Inspecting, judging Making me go back Is it just a conspiracy Or a lie against my pain Everlasting superstition Russians Russians all around You’ll have to take a chance Because you lost a game Of wisdom The universe will stop Little things will fall at once Because you lost a game Against your gods