Sons Of USSR

Sons Of The USSR - Micah P. Hinson

Mister Dimitri was wrong e USSR

Got a quarter of his ease in his arm

Three to five bonds he bought the sons of the USSR

Telling them their destitution had just gone om too far

Mister Dimitri came to some old Russian town

Finding little desperate souls to be torn down

And as his camera lens falls down on the sands

A man stood still and all the silence of the USSR

Cried out you're gone

Mister Dimitri threw the bones of the boys out along the path

Never fooled once into thinking this could one day pass

And the sons of the USSR would come to his grave

That's a shame to all

And all the sounds of the USSR would take them home

Mister Dimitri was caught selling tapes by the Empire

Saying the murders and films were the

Worst things they've seen in a while

And as the Italian men were taken in

Questioned for all their evil and sin

All the sounds of the USSR said they'd never be free

Mister Dimitri served 11 years behind the bars

Trying finding other ways of perfecting the rapery tard

An as the prison gates opened up

All the angels on Earth looked up

Dreaming of ways to loosing their ways

And heading underground

Mister Dimitri now walks the streets of the USSR

Like picking up a brand new camera and a bran new

And as God looks down on his head no brays just blood

Death and disease and still

All the sounds of the USSR cried out to God

And as God looks down on his head

No brays just death disease instead

And all the sounds of the USSR cry out to God