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Proctor and Bergman - Communist Love Song lyrics
The bell was ringing it was dark. The park was closing still she held on to my arm. She was a peasant girl, a pleasant girl, and yes she drove a tractor on a farm. And as the summer night began and as the trolley sparks that ran on silver tracks in circles round and round the park. She held my hand, Manhattan hand, and whispered low, her five year plan. Then we depart. Oh Moscow memories you haunt me still. Communist memories erode my will. The park was closed the gate locked shut. We walked the streets, the massive empty streets alone. And after walking all the night, I took her home, I kissed her once we said good-bye; she had no food. And now so many years have passed, and here I sit on Wall Street and recall: that in my younger days I kissed a communist a red haired Russian lass. Oh Moscow melodies you haunt me still. Marxist memories destroy my will. Now the government has asked me please to sign my name to papers just to siphon off a little of my cash. To fight a war, support a whore, or close a park or build an ark in space, or buy the President some hash. And I can't do it, I just can't do it, for I remember, remember still, those Moscow memories, sweet Soviet melodies. Those commie kisses destroyed my will sweet whispered wishes, those Russian witches those red hot kisses destroyed my will. |
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