They Might Be Giants - Sold My Mind To The Kremlin lyrics

With no place in the processional And no seat in the convention hall I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July I was wearing a Yoda mask You were talking like Lou Ferrigno A hat made of paper. A vest made of ugly An intercom with just one bu*ton “This bag is almost empty” That was your sole communication From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July Fishing holes don’t exist and country music with all those lists Of things from yesterday you can no longer get Let's talk about Patti Hearst, Skeletor and Charles Manson Reagan closed the hospitals for the mentally ill Train stations filled up with the mentally ill And I’m singing into a tape recorder Trapped in this thing that I can’t get away from “This bag is almost empty” That was your sole communication From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July With no place in the processional And no seat in the convention hall I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July With no place in the processional And no seat in the convention hall I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July