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*** Russian Folk Song ***
The vodka's gone, the borscht is bad, my head it hurts
I stood for hours to get bread and now I thirst
A million rubles can't buy cigarettes or a whore
I think I'll shoot myself and lie upon the floor
Babushka left me for the California Coast
I sometimes wish I'd never heard the word glasnost
The KGB assigned me to a desk and chair
Without the torture and the deaths, I now despair
The vodka's gone, the borscht is bad, my head it hurts
I stood for hours to get bread and now I thirst
A million rubles can't buy cigarettes or a whore
I think I'll shoot myself and lie upon the floor
Babushka left me for the California Coast
I sometimes wish I'd never heard the word glasnost
The KGB assigned me to a desk and chair
Without the torture and the deaths, I now despair
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