The czar sends his regards to nostalgia
Wishin' that he could still be called a king
Before bloody sunday was ever brought to be witnessed
Russia was a Russians favorite place to be.

Then Karl sat down and wrote the book that empowered the belief
That every man was just the same and could save us lots of greif
Lenin was his right hand man screaming "God save this great state!"
If government determined wealth than everything'd be great!

And the red flew over Moscow,
On that grey December day,
We have given all our freedoms,
Communism, is the way!

Now it's cold and I'm in line to get vodka,
My ration cards for bread but I need this drag,
When I go home to Eugena she will be disgusted
That dinner will be in a bottle and a paper bag.

Well Mr. Stalin said that Mother Land loves what I do,
And I do get so very tired of scooping other people's poo.
The degree I earned to be an engineer has brought me use,
At least now I can design a very effective noose!

And the red flew over Moscow,
On that grey December day,
We have given all our freedoms,
Communism, is the way!

The commies marching down the street are screaming follow me,
Red and grey and Russian fur as far as one can see,
The Manifesto's festering an epidemic coo,
I've got to get to Switzerland before they run me through!