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Pig with the Face of a Boy
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Complete History Of The Soviet Union, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris
To moscow i came seeking fortune But theyre making me work till im dead The borshaze have it so easy The tzar putting gold on his bread The people of moscow are hungry But think what a feast there could be If we could create a Socialist state That cared for the people like me... I am the man who arranges the blocks that Descend upon me from up above They come down and i spin them around till They fit in the ground like hand in glove Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine And the lines will be formed as they fall Then i see that i have misjudged it I should not have nudged it after all Can i have a long one please(pause) Why must these infernal blocks tease? I am the man who arranges the blocks that Continue to fall from up above Come Moscow fight Let the workers unite A collective regime of peace and love I work so hard in arranging the blocks But the landlord and tax man bleed me dry But the workers will rise We will not compromise For we know that the old regime must die Long live Lennin Kill the Tzar We salute the sickle and star I am the man who arranges the blocks that Continue to fall from up above The food on your plate now belongs to the state A collective regime of peace and love I have no choice in arranging the blocks On the bolchervik rule What they say goes The rule of the game is we all are the same And my boocks must create unbroken rows Long live Stalin He loves you Sing these words or you know what he'll do I am the man who arranges the blocks That are made by the men in Kazakhstan They come 2 weeks late And they dont tessilate But we're working to stalins 5 year plan I am the man who arranges the tanks That will make all the nazis keep away The fürer is dead And Europe is red 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Let us point all our guns at the USA We shall live forever more We can start a nuclear war I am the man who arranges the blocks That are made in a highly secret place Hip hip hurrah for the USSR We are sending our men to outer space I work so hard in arranging the blocks But each night I come home to my wife in tears What's the point of it all When you're building a wall And in front of your eyes it disappears Pointless work for pointless pay This is one game I shall not play I am the man who arranges the blocks But tomorrow I think I'll stay in bed The winter is cold I have got plenty of gold And I'm standing in line for a loaf of bread Maybe we'd be better off If we brought down your görbæshoff I am the man who arranges the blocks That continue to fall from up above The markets are free so much money for me Tell me why should I care for peace and love The markets are free so much money for me Tell me why should I care for peace and love Peace and love peace and love peace and love And now the wall is down The marsists frowned the're foreign shops all over town When in Red Square We don't despair There's Levis and McDonalds there The US gave us crystal meth And youghtzi drank himself to death And now Putin threw the boot in To anyone that gets in our way So we reject the enterprise once again The left will rise Prepare the flags to be in flow Because we are seceding from the world We shall regain the Georgian soil We shall obtain the urban coil We shall arrange the glarts and toils forever and today yay (mumbles)
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