| The Russian bear is hungry |
| He’s dancing in his chains |
| And the trainer is melancholy |
| Feeling hard and grey, okay |
| And he will have to dig |
| For miles underground of soil |
| If, if not for Frenchmen |
| Dizzy from turning their backs |
| On everyone’s story |
| And everybody’s disgust |
| Everybody’s distrust |
| Distrust, disgust |
| Well, behind the sanitary napkin beauty |
| That oozes out of each and every song |
| He harnesses the blood bank soul |
| The creatures that belong |
| Hey, John Wayne, he can feel no pain |
| 'Cause he’s got no brain |
| He’s riding horses to Apocalypse and back |
| Just like a crosseyed Paul McCartney |
| Like another crosseyed Paul McCartney |
| For hard-judged creatures that belong above the |
| That material safety ain’t a safety found in numbers |
| But they’re never getting slumber |
| And they’re never getting zoned |
| And the getting’s all gone |
| , beauty comes last |
| Safety first and beauty comes last |
| Safety first 'cause spiteful caravan goes last |
| Antique caravan goes last |
| Well, Delilah is your |
| Samson’s shorn and hoarse |
| With fifty caliber bullets |
| For the in the human race |
| Japan, Japan, Japan, we love you |
| They carve you like Californian turkey |
| Feed to hungry missiles sucking |
| The moist vagina of the world |
| Leave it |
| And Russia is defecting |
| Russia, Russia is defecting |
| Russia is defected, is defective |
| Is defecting, is defecting, is defecting |
| What’s wrong with the motherland |
| What’s wrong with the fatherland |
| Here comes the China Ku Klux Klan |
| And elect black Communists surgeons |
| In case you need them |
| Elect Communist surgeons |
| Elect black Communist surgeons |
| Elect black Communist surgeons in case |
| In case you need them |
| If it rains, if it rains |
| When it rains |
| It never rains on the Russian Party |
| Rains |
| If it rains, if it rains |
| If it rains on the Communist Party |
| If it rains, if it rains, if it rains on the Communist Party |