Monday, 24 December 2018

The Russians Are

The Russians are in your head
The Russians are in your head
The thoughts you have are yours no more
And every day more Russians at the door

The Russians broke though your wall
The Russians broke though your wall
They break the windows, climb the stair
Make you lose your lustrous hair

The Russians are in your bed
The Russians are in your bed
They crush your pillow and mess the sheet
And put cat vomit on your feet

The Russians are in your dreams
The Russians are in your dreams
You see red stars, you try to shriek
And find yourself a mouthless freak

The Russians are in your eyes
The Russians are in your eyes
Bright or dim, light or dark
Everything you see is Russia, hark -

The Russians are in your ears
The Russians are in your ears
You hear them whisper, you hear them shout
And know not what it's all about

The Russians are in your brain
The Russians are in your brain
Your toothbrush and your soap too
Are their agents spying on you.

The Russians are everywhere
The Russians sit in your chair
Luckily there's something to set you free
The media that promotes democracy!

The Russians steal your air
The Russians crawl through your hair
But don't worry, put on TV
And cheer on, cheer on World War Three!


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