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The Weather Machine - Act III Alexei Mikhail lyrics

Artist: The Weather Machine

album: The Weather Machine


Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much
Got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, "I'm not going home tonight!"
He turned out to be right because it became a fight and that evening Mr. Walker,
Well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth.
Then I woke up somewhere in the Soviet Block with a Simonov rifle at my side
A bullet in my shoulder, and I somehow knew Yugoslavi.
Because the military medic said you should be dead in a particular Southeastern-Croatian dialect
And I replied in a Georgian-American accent, "You're telling me."
So here I was now at enemy lines of a second Great War long after I had died
For I had been brought back to life in another man's body.
But in the back of my mind I remembered old Jack
And I swore to myself that I'd get him back if this wasn't Hell and if no one got to him before me.
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much
Got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, "I'm not going home tonight!"
He turned out to be right because it became a fight and that evening Mr. Walker,
Well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth.
Well... yes, the Germans were sharp,
Yes the Germans were mean but I made myself a full recovery
And I fought for the motherland and sent telegrams for the Partisan Army.
And under the name of Alexei Mikhail,
The Russians they took me because I'd done well and trained me in the art of Espionage as their employee.
And at the war's end they sent me home again to the US to steal our technology
But I took a car down to Georgia instead to collect my apology.
Little Jackie Walker got a little liquored up
Had a little too much
Got a little bit rough
And he sputtered and shouted, "I'm not going home tonight!"
He turned out to be right because it became a fight and that evening Mr. Walker,
Well he took my life
And the last thing I remember was a knife and flashing teeth.
And I'm not gonna let this one go.
No I'm not gonna let this on go.
No I'm not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go.
And I'm not gonna let this one go.
No I'm not gonna let this on go.
No I'm not gonna let, gonna let, gonna let this one go.

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