Let's hear it for Elvis Presinsky and the Gulag Girls


As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Collective morn'
Another thought criminal's brought
To the gulag
To collective sighs
There's one thing collective don't need
Are those capitalist thoughts to be
In the gulag

Comrades, don't you understand
Free thoughts ruin party plans
And he'll grow to be subversive one day
Take a look at you and me,
We have beets plenty,
Heathcare, welfare, Yes the state
Gives all we need today


Well the world turns
Torture leaves him beat with a bloody nose
Chained by his feet as the cold wind blows
In the gulag

So hungry to learn
He learns working fields is a right
And he learns how to tell
When the beets are ripe
In the gulag

He was almost collectivized
The young man finds his way
He saves his dough, buys a car,
Tries to run, He aims for the Stars
To collective sighs

As the guards shoot down a capitalist man
Face down in the mud resume' in his hand
In the gulag

As the comrade dies,
On a cold and gray collective morn'
Another thought criminal's brought
To the gulag