Putin’s Ode To His
Lubyanka Home
(Tune to Home On The Range)
Oh, give me a home, where the Stalinists roam
Where the KGB goons play all day
Where seldom is heard, a democratic word
And the skies are grim with decay
Home, home in Lubyanka
Where the KGB goons play all day
Where seldom is heard, a democratic word
And the skies are grim with decay
How often at night, when the heavens were dark
With the light blocked out in the cells
Have I sat there amazed, and asked as I gazed
If Stalin had come back from the dead
Home, home in Lubyanka
Where the KGB goons play all day
Where seldom is heard, a democratic word
And the skies are grim with decay
Then give me a land, where democracy’s sand
Flows leisurely down to the people
Where the graceful bells, of freedom ring out
From a church that has a tall steeple
Home, home in Lubyanka
Where the KGB goons play all day
Where seldom is heard, a democratic word
And the skies are grim with decay
Oh, I would not exchange, my home for those cells
Where the KGB goons play all day
Where seldom is heard, a democratic word
And the skies are grim with decay
Home, home in Lubyanka
Where the KGB goons play all day
Where seldom is heard, a democratic word
And the skies are grim with decay
