The Gentle Charm Of The Soviette

And we were licking the spit off of dinner plates
While the children were chewing through their cage
And we were hoping for some miracle of certainty
Wipe the dust off everything

Oh you slipped away for a cigarette
We'll pack our bags and we'll head out west
Don't tell my second wife about our Russian friend

She was the love of my long life
I held her hand and watched her die
In her sleep

The gentle charm of the soviette
Held down her arms and let me in
And we were searching for solutions half the time
The other half was just keeping us alive
And if we should have only two survive
Oh, would you tell my story to a child

Well you say I never felt the need to breed
One million orphan mouths to feed
One wasted legacy
One wasted legacy
On every dirty city street where the city says again to speak
Someday some medically trained youth
Will cut out our hearts to find some truth
Until then I'm not sure what to do
Until then

He fell asleep, and he cast it off tinted glass
The shattered soul of the working class
We'll blacklist the kid with the red moustache
Oh, the red moustache
Oh, the red moustache