¡Forward, Russia! - Twelve lyrics

Facts based on Einstein and his followers This had to work, he was an educated man All the equations were perfectly arranged So he could have a front-row seat now And your conscience is low And your conscience is Burning a path for us to share Clothes draped on silos near the Emperor's gate now And your conscience is low Conscience is low But he couldn't find another way He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer A bleeding afterbirth of what was done Still lurked in shadows and appeared in every corner Give me a call, give me a call Give me a call so I can teach you a lesson Give me a call, give me a call Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay And your conscience is low Conscience is low Ninety nine Two hundred and five Pyrite Trickles down the spines of those without their enemies Real or not, the spine still tingles it So predictable but I hope you're that aware That people will notice this forgery And your conscience is low Conscience is low But he couldn't find another way (Give me a call) He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer Give me a call, give me a call Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay And your conscience is low Conscience is low