[ | Current Location |
| | Munich | ] |
[ | mood |
| | Ill | ] |
[ | music |
| | Ill | ] |
Wearing a beret talkin' bout Marx Sitting round smellin' on each others farts Open the window and shut the door I can't take no Holodomor The case is open the casket shut We don't want to get off our butts The dialectic discuss-discuss No one else riding on our bus We work alone, that's a surety! ideological impurity! Open the window and shut the door Who killed less or who killed more? Doesn't matter We need control, Killings no problem there is no soul Sand in the hourglass the days of our lives Bleeding out on the longest knives The system straight or system bend We talk at my Dacha on the weekend The party is listening, the walls have ears skulls and bones and the sum of all fears The party is listening, howdy how KGB can you hear me now? KGBCan you hear me now? Okrhana Can you hear me now? NKVD can you hear me now? KGB Can you hear me now? NKVD can you hear me now? Okrhana Can you hear me now? KGB Can you hear me now? Break it down. (I might put a Guitar solo here) (Then this comes back with sirens and a beat)
Your Red Book can't contain our shame The uniform different, the people the same Your Red Book can't contain our shame The uniform different, the murder the same Your Red Book can't contain our shame The uniform different, the people the same Your Red Book can't contain our shame The uniform different, the murder the same Your Red Book can't contain our shame The uniform different, the people the same Your Red Book can't contain our shame The uniform different, the murder the same |