To Moskow I came seeking fortuuuuune
but they're making me work
till I'm dead
the bourgeoise have it so eeeaasyyyyyyyyy
the Tsar's putting gold on his bread
The people of Moskow are hunnngrrryyyyy
but think what a feast there could beeeee
if we could creaaaate
a socialist staaaaaaaaate
that caaaaared for the people
liiiiike meeeeeeeeee-eeeeeee
I am the man
who arranges the blocks
that decend upon me from
Up A Bove
They come down and I spin them around
till the fit in the ground like
Hand In Glove
Some times it seems that
to move blocks is fine
and the liiiiines will be formed
As They Fall
then I seeeeeeeeee that I have misjudged it
I should not have nudged it
Af Ter Allll
Caaaaaan IIIIII haaaaaaaave aaaaaaaa looooong ooone pleeeaase
whyyyyy muust theeese iiiinfernal blooooocks teeeeeaase
I am the man
who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from
Up A Bove
Come Moskovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regieme of
Peace And Love
I am the man
who arranges the blocks
but the landlord and taxman
Bleed Me Dry
But the workers will rise! We will not comprimise
for we know that
The Old Regime Must Die!
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Randomimma just let you sing these songs you have to find the audio tho
