“Lenin, Marx; real names no gimmicks…”
Two Russian natives go run to Moscow
run to Moscow run to Moscow
Guess who’s back? Back again
Lenin’s back, tell Truman
Guess who’s back, guess who’s back,
Guess who’s back. Guess who’s back…
I created a system, cuz nobody wants to
See freedom no more they want equal
I killed the czar
cause if you want equal then this is what I’ll give ya
Lots of vodka mixed with Russian hardcore prono
Some propoganda that will shut down your brain
Then some needed sleep as I work this place over
By the Stalin now you’ll be cooperating
While your master is whipping your ass cause you ain’t working “drunk!”
Find the Anastasia to end the pain
Well I’m back and she’s dead now Russia aint the same
I know you got to work little man
Now you’re all equal and you’re gonna earn your bread
So the KGB won’t let ya be
or let you be you don’t bother me
They tried to shut Joe down in USA
But it feels so empty without me
So put the hammer in your hands
Raise that red flag on high
Chew on some grits and get ready
This work is about to get heavy
I just knocked off all royalty, “Fuck You Alex!”
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we need a little controversy
CUz it feels so empty without me
Mister Hitler’s kid’s feeling a bit scoff
Embaressed, his parents could have named him Adolf
He starts feeling repressed one ball less
‘Til power comes along on a mission and yells ‘REICH!”
A visionary, vision is scary, could start a revolution
Rasputin sees all the trouble come
Yet still I just revel and bask
In the fact I got everyone kissing my ass
And filled with sick cancer it spreads to all I see
You’re a commie, you’re tired, weary yet you still ask for more
Well here’s more and it just might kill ya
Get out the tractor and sow the field
The wood splits into your skin now a splinter
Now work with the animals get ready for winter
Russia’s changed a lot, the best thing since Pol Pot
Infesting in your kids ears and nesting
Testing “All heil me please”
Feel the tension soon as someone mentions me
Here’s my six pense my 2 cents ain’t free
An order, who sent, you sent for me
Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody just follow me
Cuz we don’t need damn democracy
Cuz it feels so empty without me
8-5-2002