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Lyrics

Lenin lies so stately, Karl's a forgotten man
Joseph played his cards wrong, 'cause he couldn't understand

History is bunkum, I heard some American said
If you can't deal with the living, you might as well be with the dead

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Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain
Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn't easy to explain

The rat race is coming to get you, is boney hands reach long
You might as well forget you, ever played a different song
No Tolstoy no Tchaikovsky, gonna get you out of this
Just close your eyes and turn your cheek, get ready for the Judas kiss

Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain
Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn't easy to explain
I walk your fields in wonder, as I softly call your name
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame

Isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame

In war your sons were taken, in peace they built a wall
Their future's now forsaken, who'll be there to break your fall?

Mother Russia, your sons have left you crying in the rain
Your sadness tears my heart out, but it isn't easy to explain
I walk your fields in wonder, as I softly call your name
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame

Isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame

Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame
Mamma, Mamma, Mamma, isn't it a shame, isn't it a shame

Writer(s): alan hull

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