Soviet Trumpeter

Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn, a damp night in Berlin yes Soaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll and say "how you look good" Rejection follows me around like a dagger in my back, I tell you man it hurts I've come here to express myself 'cause I'm tired of these chains I'm tired of the strains, walking 'cross the plains take me in you arms Fire red, the Stage I tread Elevate me celebrate me Extroverted but full of fear The soviet Trumpeter To make them dance as fairies oh to make them sing along So close to fever pitch and oh so close to happiness I'm tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted by their stare, I don't think I dare 'cause I am such a communist and I'm breaking down inside Though the world is open wide I'm drowning in it's tide take me in your arms Fire red, the Ground I tread Elevate me celebrate me Extroverted but full of fear The soviet Trumpeter