| It’s Christmas Eve and Santa drops his gifts around the nation
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| I want some agricultural collectivization
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| There’s nothing stirring in the house, it’s quiet as quiet all night
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| Tomorrow if we’re lucky all the workers will unite
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| 'Cos there’s a red star up on the Christmas tree
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| A hammer for you, and a sickle for me
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| Good will to all men, let’s celebrate
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| By purging the enemies of the state
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| Tomorrow I will hold you tight and kiss you my sweet darling
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| I’ll give you chocolate Trotskies and a Christmas candy Stalin
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| We’ll play with Christmas crackers wearing festive paper hats
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| And hope for dictatorships of some proletariats
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| 'Cos there’s a red star up on the Christmas tree
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| A hammer for you, and a sickle for me
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| Good will to all men, let’s celebrate
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| By purging the enemies of the state
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| After dinner we’ll have lots of fun with Christmas games and laughs
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| We’ll read some pop-up books by Engels, Hegel, and by Marx
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| What Christmas cheer we’ll have, oh yes, we’ll never have a cheerier
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| And we’ll send bourgeois scum to work to death out in Siberia |
| 'Cos there’s a red star up on the Christmas tree
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| A hammer for you, and a sickle for me
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| Good will to all men, let’s celebrate
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| By purging the enemies of the state
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| Come join the Party
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| By purging the enemies of the state
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| Gulag arpeggio |