Forward, Russia!

Forward, Russia! - Twelve lyrics

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Facts based on Einstein and his followers 

This had to work, he was an educated man 

All the equations were perfectly 

Arranged so he could have a front-row seat now 



And your conscience is low 

And your conscience is 



Burning a path for us to share 

Clothes draped on silos near the Emperor's gate now 



And your conscience is low 

And your conscience is low 



But he couldn't find another way 

He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer 

A bleeding afterbirth of what was done 

Still lurked in shadows and appeared in every corner 



Give me a call, give me a call 

Give me a call so I can teach you a lesson 

Give me a call, give me a call 

Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay 



And your conscience is low 

And your conscience is low 



Ninety nine 

Two hundred and five 

Pyrite 

Trickles down the spines of those without their enemies 

Real or not, the spine still tingles it 

So predictable, but I hope you're that aware 

That people will notice this forgery 



And your conscience is low 

And your conscience is low 



But he couldn't find another way 

He searched for years but yet he couldn't find the answer 

Give me a call, give me a call 

Give me a call so I can give you a reason to stay 



And your conscience is low 

And your conscience is lowThanks to thudord@yahoo.com
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