| On Russian soil, a child was born
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| In Siberia, the birth of madness
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| It was a secret cult under his command
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| Had the power to heal, but filled us all with vicious lies
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| Why, tell me how could they be so very blind
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| Soon they all will find it’s a big charade
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| Shadow play, let’s take
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| The road to St. Petersburg
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| Black magic man
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| On the road to St. Petersburg
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| A magical, mystical man
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| And Rasputin was his name
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| Coming into town, gold before his eyes
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| Opened up their arms and embraced this great man
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| But the line is thin between good and bad
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| Prayed for their son
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| And advised the Russians in the war
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| Why, wonder why the legend never seems to die
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| They filled us all with lies
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| Revolution came after death, he took
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| The road to St. Petersburg
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| Black magic man
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| On the road to St. Petersburg
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| A magical, mystical man
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| And Rasputin was his name
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| And the women of Russia sighed
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| Women cried in anger for this loving man
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| They could not understand what they had done
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| Russia’s son, he walked
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| The road to St. Petersburg
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| Black magic man
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| On the road to St. Petersburg
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| A magical, mystical man
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| And Rasputin was his name |