Forward, Russia!

Thirteen

Forward, Russia!


Choose life 

We all can lean on figures and crutches 
It's such an easy thing to do when you're so unaware 
We all can change our tegument's function 
Replace the outer shell with something more neoteric 
We all can lean on figures and crutches 
A busy wife-child losing all her selfish memory 
Will only lean on figures and crutches 
Become a child and plastic surgeon 

Let her go 
Yelled the occupied pharaohs 
A lucky soul 
Who just so happened to break out 

She took the corner way 
And in the event of that the normal result should fail... 

If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
If you want to be something new, I'm coming 
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
And I won't breathe at all 
Until you blink at me, I'm coming 
If you want to be something new, I'm coming 
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
And I won't breathe until 

We all can lean on figures and crutches 
The politburos will expect their free lunches 
And all the prison guards rely on their hunches 
But we're assured of the existence of a better way: 
We all can lean on figures and crutches 
Replace our hearts 

And if you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
If you want to be something new, I'm coming 
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
And I won't breathe at all 
Until you blink at me, I'm coming 
If you want to be something new, I'm coming 
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
And I won't breathe until 
You're strolling down the pavement 

If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
If you want to be something new, I'm coming 
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
And I won't breathe at all 
Until you blink at me, I'm coming 
If you want to be something new, I'm coming 
If you won't blink at me, I'm coming 
And I won't breathe at all