Back to Russia

I defected in '82, and I came to New York City

Straight out of Moscow and the summers on the Ukraine.

They told me I was here for freedom, to live the American dream.

But all I've seen are pimps and hucksters and cops and game show queens

I'm going back to Russia, back to Russia, back to where I once came from.

I'm going back to Russia, back to Russia, I know that's where I belong

I'd like to say what's on my mind. I've been to lots of demonstrations,

But there's too many choices here, too many complications.

You know the party always warns us about the poverty and crime

I didn't believe a single word they said until I read the New York Times.