Mad Putin!!

I was born in a bombed out cityscape
And I howled at the way the Rus was raped
But its all wrong now
In fact, its quite sad
But its all wrong now
Im Stompin' Mad Vlad
Was spawned in Leningrad

I was raised by a loveless zombie hag
I was schooled by the streets of Leningrad
Buts its all wrong now
In fact its a drag
But its all wrong now
Im stomping mad Vlad
Im the First Comrade

(Break to samiy grozniy instrumentalniy bridgeski in istoriya Rock and Rollniy )

She was down, Rodina plundered left for dead
And I howled at the NATO's eastward spread
I took ground, with no care for the boys who bled
(nyet, nyet, nyet)
I've unwound, lost the plot inside my head
(Bozhe Moy!)

But its all wrong now
In fact, Ive gone mad
But its all wrong now
Stomping Mad Vlad
The Vozhd* from Leningrad

Stomping Bad Vlad, hes gone mad
Stomping Bad Vlad, hes gone mad
Stomping Bad Vlad, hes gone mad

*(The Big Guy .. a name sometimes affixed to Stalin)

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Lyric about Putin mother based on pictures of young Putin sitting on his mothers lap and looking very uncomfortable, with mother showing no sign of affection for him. Also based on the strong likelihood that she was a psychological casualty of the horrific Siege of Leningrad where she lost one child and was on the verge of starving to death the entire winter of 1941-42 ... There's an apochryphal story of her fainting from hunger and being placed on a pile of people who were presumed dead and about to be taken to a mass grave

Great visit to the library, Brat.

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Strange, I was able to read your post for just a minute, (something about my library visit) but now I cant

Apparently I can read you when I go to a computer at the library when I first click on to the website .. but then I cant