Breaking And Breaking And Breaking

This is Mother Russia’s first re-entering the Earth, can you hear me, right now?
It’s November '63, find the frequency and just tell me…
Why do I have to die for Mother’s pride?
Why didn’t they tell me before?
Time is not on my side
I don’t want to die like some kind of race-to-space whore
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking apart, oh whoa!
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking about to explode! Woo!
Can you hear me, Italy? I can barely breathe, I need you right now
I’m the sacrifice, record my last goodbye and try to find out…
Why I had to die for Mother’s Pride
Why didn’t they tell me before?
Time is not on my side
And now I will die like some kind of race-to-space whore
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking apart, oh whoa!
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking about to explode! Woo!
Oh, why do I have to die for Mother’s pride?
Why didn’t they tell me before?
Time is not on my side
I don’t want to die like some kind of race-to-space whore
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking apart, oh whoa!
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking about to explode! Woo!
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking apart, oh whoa!
Oh, I’m breaking, I’m breaking; I’m breaking about to explode! Woo!