
		Vladivostok Y2K (Âëàäèâîñòîê 2000)

>		    Am
		Grenade in my pocket, a pin in my hand
		The Local sea-gull language, I can almost understand
>		    Dm
		I’m awful resistance, not hide and not a thief
>		     C                               E
		The lather looks up to the sky, and with having breath

		The fog disovermelted, when moon moved oversee
		The day availed became some, one else as fee and sea
		The water have it poison, sound is dead and light is off
		No getting back, not anymore, no friends in my mellow

>		       Am                            Dm
		We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving
>		    C                       E
		The universe are screaming May Day
>		Am                      Dm
		Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
>		C            E
		Vladivostok Y2K

		Hugging in drunken women sailors begun,
		Hemorrhaging tattoos, empty bottles of rum,
		Can you hear the heartbeat, knocking on the soul,
		The seas on last tending near the Paris no Rome

		Your digest from the sellback Century boys
		Rapines of the chewing gum and pokemon toys
		They sub will sleep forever but showers never near
		Where in the country’s pockets all the railroads disappear.

		We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving
		The universe are screaming May Day
		Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
		Vladivostok Y2K