Don't Mess with Dimitri

Over on main street, the power has shifted, tradition is broken,
Rudderless, drifting
The points on the compass, have turned quite completely, so remember
Sweet angel
Don't fuck with Dimitri, make a note in your diary,
Don't fuck with Dimitri
A poisoner's honour, a Cossack's revenge, a single-line railroad,
That runs without end,
And the don makes his exit, calculated discreetly, from now on
My darling,
Don't fuck with Dimitri, write it over the phone now,
Don't fuck with Dimitri.

A poisoner's honour, a Cossack's revenge, a single-line railroad,
That runs without end,

A poisoner's honour, a Cossack's revenge, a single-line railroad,
That runs without end,

Brighton Beach memoirs, and KGB rules, the wise now ride out,
Leaving only the fools
And Natasha is smiling, deceptive and sweetly, she's knowing enough,
Not to fuck with Dimitri, I'll say it one more time
Don't fuck with Dimitri.