A Complete History of the Soviet Union Through the Eyes of a Humble Worker Songtext
von Pig With the Face of a Boy

To Moscow I came seeking fortune
But they′re making me work til I'm dead
The bourgeoisie have it so easy
The Tsar′s putting gold on his bread
The people of Moscow are hungry
But think what a feast there could be
If we could create a socialist state
That cared for the people like me

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That descend upon me from up above
They come down and I spin them around
Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall
Then I see that I have misjudged it!
I should not have nudged it after all
Can I have a long one please?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?


I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
For we know that the old regime must die
Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
We salute the sickle and star!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above
The food on your plate now belongs to the state
A collective regime of peace and love
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes
The rule of the game is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows
Long live Stalin! He loves you!
Sing these words, or you know what he'll do


I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazakhstan
They come two weeks late and they don't tessellate
But we′re working to Stalin′s five year plan
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away
The Führer is dead, and Europe is Red!
Let us point all our guns at the USA
We shall live forever more!
We can start a nuclear war!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base
Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I go home to my wife in tears
What's the point of it all, when you′re building a wall
And in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay
This is one game I shall not play

I am the man who arranges the blocks!
But tomorrow I think I'll stay in bed
The winter is cold, I′ve got plenty of gold
And I'm standing in line for a loaf of bread
Maybe we′d be better off
If we brought down Gorbachev

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!

And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown
There's foreign shops all over town
When in Red Square, well don't despair
There′s Levi′s and McDonald's there
The US gave us crystal meth
And Yeltsin drank himself to death
But now that Putin′s put the boot in
Who'll get in our way?

So we reject free enterprise
And once again the left will rise
Prepare the flags to be unfurled
′Cause we're seceding from the world
We shall regain the Georgian soil
We shall obtain the Arctic oil
We shall arrange the blocks and toil
Forever and a day

Game over