blessings to the Fatherland, rioting in old Rus
iron bald man downs the hammer tight
trying to buy back an empire, no, no
meanwhile -- no, what "meanwhile?"
cursed and shouted while smashing windows
turning the Ind. square all upside out
hurling petrol bombs, stones, sticks, broke bones
circle, circle, mobbing the stations
fire, fire, burning -- no. glowing gray slabs
unfriendly kind of smoke, open them up
open them all up -- open up on them all
make it alive, show them the business
come to daddy for the ring hand
down by the barricades, crumbling crutch
demanding the rat uncle's head and Hancock
shall not be moved, shall not be moved
tried and tried, still can't get along
the dogs won't come -- father put them down
one man divided, stretched from both ends
gassed half to death
and now they want the other half