In The dusty Kiev streets it is deadly fucking grey,
And the voices on the radio all speak of prophesy
But the wormwood in the air left a bitter taste in my mouth
So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye
Because it's just like Babi Yar,
It's just like Holodomor,
Again they'll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard
In The dusty Kiev streets today it is deadly fucking grey
So I drink to our legacy, take the poison or starve
I kiss my love with strontium lips, and then I kiss my ass goodbye
Because it's just like Babi Yar,
It's just like Holodomor,
Again they'll turn our land of dreams
Into a continental boneyard
1 | Apparatus |
2 | The Sucking Of The Missile-Cock |
3 | Holocaust Rehearsals |
4 | They Want A War |
5 | Whom The Gods Destroy... They First Make Ridiculous |
6 | Fall On Your Sword |