HOLIDAY IN SIBERIA

(c) The Kremlin Grooving Boys 1998
[Apologies to the Dead Kennedys]

So you've ploughed the fields for a year or two
and you think you've seen it move,
With the ol' czar you thought you'd go far,
Out east your kind don't groovy

Smokin' yankee cigs
like at capitalist pigs
wit' your own five year plan
Braggin that you know
how workers are of cold
and collectives got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear,
the White-guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear-eerr-eeerrr
Brace yourself, my dear-eerr-eeerrr

It's a holiday in Siberia
'cause the people told you so
It's a holiday in Siberia
So at now off you go...

Reactionary pig
you suck like a leech,
you collude at western dogs
Kiss Ass while you bitch,
about the bolsheviks
but the west gets richer at drugs

Well you'll work harder with a gun in yo' bvack
for a bowl of borscht a day,
work for MSD
until you die, at a shot of an AK.
Bang!

No you can go where the people are one,
now you can go vhere they get things done
What you need, revisionist scum
What you need, revisionist scum
is a...

   a holiday in Siberia
Vhere people dress in red
It's a holiday in Siberia
spetnatz kick your head

Lenin, spetznastz, trotskII, gulag, 

It's a holiday in Siberia
Its far off, and it's cold,
It's a holiday in Siberia
Where you do at you're told

Gulag!