Communist Propaganda

Do you hate working on the weekend
Slogging harder than the boss and getting paid less
Time to hug the crimson flag
Gut the paunch and steal some glutton flab
In the expanse of history, are tyrannic stars
But sooner or later fallen have the Tsars

So when the hierarchy has got you down
And you feel like ditching the crown
To take these fuckers down, you know you gotta

Go red or go dead
Cos when all you got is bad dreams you ain't gotta pay the
Monster under your bed
Go red or go dead
Cause religion is a scam and you don't need God you just
Need to be well fed

So what if it didn't work the first time?
Or the second, third or fourth or twenty-fifth time?
We'll help our past make some alibis
The present will attest what he testifies
As we advance our march past familiar lines
The promised land awaits with the promised lies

So, I guess its time to take shit too far
Apply that ointment onto Stalin's scar
And--

Go red or go dead
Cos when all you got is bad dreams you ain't gotta pay the
Monster under your bed
Go red or go dead
Cause religion is a hoax and you don't need God you just
Need to be well fed

Nobody asks for rent in the Gulag
Light up a dissident when it's too dark
The famines will help with your diet
And hey, at least nobody will die in a riot

Go red or go dead
Cos when all you got is bad dreams you ain't gotta pay the
Monster under your bed
Go red or go dead
Cause religion is a farce and you don't need God you just
Need to be well fed