Back in the USSR
You won't go, oh, very far
You say you wanna live that way
But I don't think you'd stay
They're pouring sulphate in your veins
Saying that you're insane
In the rain of gold they steal
Being crushed by industry's wills
Don't you go, you will get faint
You'll just get burnt of a fire tape
Don't worry about an oyster
Just be a while, see your big black car
