Lyrics to Songs I Love (with vids)

TCHOTSUATTMOT- Pigwithfaceofboy

Here's the next song, everyone! It's The Complete History Of The Soviet Union Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris. I don't own the song, band, lyrics, video, or channel. Enjoy!
To Moscow I came seeking fortune,
But they're making me work,
Till I'm dead.
The bourgeoisie have it so easy;
The Czar's 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?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come, Muscovite,
Let the workers unite,
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard
In arranging the blocks,
But the landlord and taxman
Bleed me dry.
But the workers will rise!
We will not compromise,
For we know that
The old regime must die.
Long live Lenin,
Kill the Czar.
We salute thee,
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;
Under Bolshevik rule,
What they say goes.
The rule of the game,
Is we all are the same,
And my blocks 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 two weeks late,
And they don't tessellate,
But we're working to Stalin's
Five Year Plan.
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away.
The Fuhrer is dead,
And Europe is red,
Let us point all our guns at the USA.
We shall live forevermore,
We can start a nuclear war!

I am the man who arranges the blocks,
That are building a highly secret base.
Hip hip ura!
For the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks,
But each night I go 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've 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 Gorbachev!

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~!
....
And now the wall is down,
The Marxists frown,
There's foreign shops,
All over town.
When in Red Square,
We don't despair,
There's Levi's and McDonald's there.
The US gave us crystal meth,
And Yeltsin drank himself to death;
But now that Putin's
Put the boot in,
Who'll get in our way?
So we reject free enterprise,
And once again,
The left will rise.
Prepare the flags to be unfurled,
'Cause we're seceding from the world.
We regain the Georgian soil,
We shall obtain the Artic oil,
We shall arrange the blocks and toil,
Forever and a day.
....
Game Over~.
*End*

PS: I'm not Communist. I just like the song. XD