the last kommisar

before the fall


brewing the tea
just got the call
working it out

cash in my wall
blood on my lip
the hood in accord

the sky is falling
pray to the Lord
advisories come down

Old Glory still rides
praise Him on high
and the boys overseas

for your decent reasons
and a foreign legion



crime time

a man needs a spy
so you hit the bricks
past the curtain of iron

vodka makes you sick
siberia hysteria
did the chief really lie

cover your face
nose doesn't feel right
fear is the tattoo

regardless its hue
whatever you do
take a crook's advice

wood on the fave
in the big race