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Mister Dimitri was wrong, the USSR
Got a quarter of his ease in his arm
Three to five bonds, he bought the sons of the USSR
Telling them their destitution had just gone on too far
Mister Dimitri came to some old Russian town
Finding little desperate souls to be torn down
And as his camera lens falls down on the sands
A man stood still and all the silence of the USSR
Cried out "you're gone"
Mister Dimitri threw the bones of the boys out along the path
Never fooled once into thinking this could one day pass
And the sons of the USSR would come to his grave, that's a shame to all
Got a quarter of his ease in his arm
Three to five bonds, he bought the sons of the USSR
Telling them their destitution had just gone on too far
Mister Dimitri came to some old Russian town
Finding little desperate souls to be torn down
And as his camera lens falls down on the sands
A man stood still and all the silence of the USSR
Cried out "you're gone"
Mister Dimitri threw the bones of the boys out along the path
Never fooled once into thinking this could one day pass
And the sons of the USSR would come to his grave, that's a shame to all
And all the sons of the USSR would take them home
Mister Dimitri was caught selling tapes by the Empire
Saying the murders and films were the worst things they've seen in a while
And as the Italian men were taken in, questioned for all their evil and sin
All the sons of the USSR said they'd never be free
Mister Dimitri served 11 years behind the bars
Trying, finding other ways of perfecting the rape of retards
An as the prison gates opened up, all the angels on Earth looked up
Dreaming of ways to loosing their ways and heading underground
Mister Dimitri now walks the streets of the USSR
Like picking up a brand new camera and a bran new (???)
Mister Dimitri was caught selling tapes by the Empire
Saying the murders and films were the worst things they've seen in a while
And as the Italian men were taken in, questioned for all their evil and sin
All the sons of the USSR said they'd never be free
Mister Dimitri served 11 years behind the bars
Trying, finding other ways of perfecting the rape of retards
An as the prison gates opened up, all the angels on Earth looked up
Dreaming of ways to loosing their ways and heading underground
Mister Dimitri now walks the streets of the USSR
Like picking up a brand new camera and a bran new (???)
And as God looks down on his head, no brays, just blood, death and disease and still
All the sons of the USSR cried out to God
And as God looks down on his head, no brays, just death, disease instead
And all the sons of the USSR cry out to God
All the sons of the USSR cried out to God
And as God looks down on his head, no brays, just death, disease instead
And all the sons of the USSR cry out to God
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