Glasnost

The reverend is preaching in the country
Where the sinners have been causing a ruckus
They can run around
Like the whale in the meadow
For it is necessary

The gun of a woman
Aimed to the people she likes
Youngsters changing their mind
As they cross her path of misery

Fill their veins with magic
We know
The bell rings but they remain silent and low
Like a tortoise slowly crawling
We know what it's like
We know what it's like

And rallies of misheard mobs
We know
Peeling the truth out of a taco
We know
A nation full of winners
We know what we're like
We know what this is
We know what this is, is, is
This is too much



Credits
Writer(s): Kuroi Payne
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