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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
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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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