I'll pick you up on a Tuesday afternoon,
Autumn's just started to break through
Tyrannical old Summer'd had it with his
own oppression, he gave room for me and you
Now we would take the streets, it's Russia 1917,
and tell ourselves things will be better after all
Even though we are exactly the same people
who stepped outside when Winter was through
We'll make our lives more delicate
and simpler, Siberia to those who shout
Yet I cannot be in charge of the new
world 'cause I was born in the old layout
Although at times I may be tired,
hurt and broken, I commit not to take it out on you
So we can see together seasons change
once more until another year is through
I've studied all the modern revolutions and
I have learned from their errors and mistakes
I have the drive, the motive, the strength of the masses,
but this time I'll diligently delegate all the power to you
When Autumn's over,
we'll occupy the Winter Palace and committees will be formed
All the wine of the cellar will be
given to parents of kids who shall be born
The Sweetness in your eyes will set the pace of industry,
the Good in your Heart will steer the five-year plan,
The National Guard will keep the altar of supremacy of Women over men
I've studied all the modern revolutions and
I have learned from their errors and mistakes
I have the drive, the motive, the strength of the masses,
But this time I'll diligently delegate all the power to you
If you ever see me down the street full of myself like the old tzar,
Sentence me to guillotine
If you ever see me down the street full of myself like the old tzar,
Sentence me to guillotine
Our kids will appreciate
And know you did it for the sake of human race
Did it for the sake of human race
