Call Me Tishka lyrics

As though a bad movie

You paid for the ticket

Now to endure it to the finish

Before you fall asleep

There is no glory in banter

Slogans, speeches, songs sung

It's all the same old bunk spewed

All for one, and none for all

Uniforms and government grand

Parades and famine go hand in hand

Red, the colour of blood, of others

Holidays to Siberia's laborious resorts

Like snakes slithering up silently

Stealthfully they sneak in slowly

While the music's playing distracts

In the midst of hoopla thundering

Then the rats come out to play

They hear and squeak of rumours

That none can stand up or speak still

Lest the gulag's capacity be filled

So men must labour, labour hard

For that utopian lie so very grand

While all else failing, misery understands

Starving bellies growling accompanies the band

Koba, hear my words, hear the masses

A tyrant was within, freedom without

No bread to dirty a broken plate

Gruel, a feast on a farm bountiful

Where share in the great revolution

Trampled upon by ambitious men

Where it was for the good of all

Call me Tishka that I might be well

Now the gulag doors swing rusty

Cells searching for occupants afar

The labour camps but roadside signage

Bland reminders devoid of carnage

Koba, remember Uncle Ilya...

All those who were slain, or sent off

Far from Mother Russia, from home

Where walls stand to keep a nation in

A legacy that is kept under sod

Like a mistake beneath a rug of green

Communism, for the suffered masses

A hammer and sickle to smash the soul

• Artist:Ww Ww