Soviet Trumpeter

08 Soviet Trumpeter

Bright the shine in my horn exiled and forlorn

A damp night in Berlin yes

Soaked in alcohol I walk up to a doll

And say "how you look good"

Rejection follows me around like a dagger in my back

I tell you man it hurts

I've come here to express myself

Cause I'm tired of these chains

I am tired of the strains

Walking 'cross the plains take me in you arms

Fire red the stage I tread

Elevate me celebrate me

Extroverted but full of fear

The Soviet trumpeter

To make them dance as fairies

Oh to make them sing along

So close to fever pitch

And oh so close to happiness

I'm tempted by their flesh oh I am tempted

By their stare I don't think I dare

Cause I am such a communist

And I'm breaking down inside

Though the world is open wide

I'm drowning in its tide take me in your arms

Fire red the ground I tread

Elevate me celebrate me

Extroverted but full of fear

The Soviet trumpeter

Fire red the ground I tread

Elevate me celebrate me

Extroverted but full of fear

The Soviet trumpeter