¡Forward, Russia! - Ten lyrics

To build a charred and beguiled sense of fear To tell a different story I'll need to see a more generic height from ground This modern Jackanory Won't be revision of an older narrative Or plagiaristic fable But when you think that things will change while dark turns light There comes that shrill awakening sound Of falling down And while around Hanging up the checkout You wear me down You wear me out A brittle thought A lucky sound Turn me to God again I traversed automatic 'wishes granted' lines Received a common but remarkably expensive gift And to believe it is to see in this substance glitch And though it's clearly fleeting The interim is gobbled up like after-thoughts Or morphine to the veins of the depandantees And though it's obvious this is a fleeting glimpse It's eaten up, so chronic Eat it, and it will leave! I'm out the sanctuary! There's not a sinner to save your movie Except in Canada, ooh-ooo-ooo Eat it, and it will leave! Become the secretary! There's not a sinner to save your movie Except in Canada, ooh-ooo-ooo And in Montreal... And in Washington, oh... Aesop would be proud! That his true favourite has conformed to stereotype And your iambic pentameter It goes in fours, nines, threes, twos, eights and twelve's Don't let that serving blacken the sound Of falling down And while around Hanging up the checkout You wear me down You wear me out A brittle thought A lucky sound Turn me to God again