Working in Bright Beet Fields


We used to toil hard in grim beet fields, now baby we're cured
And we just can’t wait till tomorrow when Trump tweets out some more
Now every time we go to the tool shed, gotta hold ourselves down
'Cause we just can't wait 'til tomorrow to see what’s coming around
We’re working in bright beet fields (Wow!)
We’re working in bright beet fields (Wow!)
We’re working in bright beet fields (Wow!)
And don't it feel good
Hey, alright now
And don't it feel good, hey
It’s great to think Trump loves us, and we know that it's true
And we get to spend our whole lives, just loving this groove
Now go out and have fun over weekend
Have fun for a day, yeah, yeah, yeah
Trump said America is coming back
And it’s here to stay (Oh yeah now!)
We’re working in bright beet fields (Wow!)
We’re working in bright beet fields (Wow!)
We’re working in bright beet fields (Wow!)
And don't it feel good
Hey, alright now
And don't it feel good (Yeah!)
And don't it feel good
Working bright beet fields
Working bright beet fields
Working bright beet fields
We feel Trump’s love, We feel Trump’s love, We feel Trump’s love that's really real
We feel Trump’s love, We feel Trump’s love,, We feel Trump’s love, that's really real
It’s all sunshine baby (Ow! Oh yeah!)
It’s all sunshine baby (Ow!)
We’re working bright beet fields (Wow!)
We’re working bright beet fields (Wow!)
We’re working bright beet fields (Wow!)
And don't it feel good (Hey! Alright now!)
And don't it feel good (I'll say it I'll say it I'll say it again now)
And don't it feel good (Hey yeah now!)
And don't it feel good (Don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it, don't it)
Feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
And don't it feel good
Now don't it feel good



Well, I had just got out from the gulag prison
Doin' ninety days for my wrong thoughts
Tried to find me a more equal position
But no matter how Cube I talked
They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was apparatchik
The man say, we got all that we can use.
Now I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Picking in the beet field blues
Well, I should be sittin in an party approved office in a equal chair
Talkin' Cube to party secretaries
Sayin', here, Marxists, come on over here.
Instead, I'm stuck out here picking these beets with old hags
And walkin' home in muddy old shoes
With them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Picking in the beet field blues
You know a man of my equality
He should be sitting in a big czar's seat
But till I get self retrained guess I'll just have to wait
In my muddy boots a-pickin' these beets
Well, all I can do is a shake my head
You might not believe that its true
For workin' in this field until night falls
Is an undiscovered Ceaușescu
So comrade, don't expect to see me
In communist party with any equal socialist views
Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Picking in the beet field blues
So comrade, don't expect to see me
In communist party with any equal socialist views
Cause I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Picking in the beet field blues
Yeah I got them steadily depressin', low down mind messin'
Picking in the beet field blues




What I wouldn't give for a beet field.It's what's wrong with this country.. It's made our people soft. Oh go pick beets.. That'll teach you. It's the gulags that's made us strong. Beet fields... Oh the humanity... Beets never made anybody cry for mercy

The beets go in; the beets go in
Gums keep pounding a flava to the brain
Vlad de da de dee; Vlad dee da de daa
Kulak greed was once the rage, uh huh
Comrade Steel has turned the page, uh huh
A sewer rat's the latest thing, uh huh
Mixed in with beets our latest fling uh huh
And the beets go in .. the beets go in
Gums keep pounding a flava to the brain
Vlad de da de dee; Vlad de da de daa
In treatment centers we're confined, uh huh
Brutal guards do break our minds, uh huh
The inmates keep on shuffling out for borscht
Surreptitiuosly, we beg the guards for morscht
And the beets go in; the beets go in
Guards keep pounding a truncheon for the pain
Vlad de da de dee; Vlad de da de daa
Babooshkas beat our BACKS with their batons
Comrades beg the guards for some smyetan*
The guards keep whipping us faster thru the line
Komrade asks, "Hey, can I have some rat with mine."
And the beets go in; the beets go in
Guards keep pounding a truncheon on the brain
Vlad de da de dee; Vlad de da de daa
*(Sour cream that Russians put in their borscht)


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In treatment centers we're confined, uh huhBrutal guards do break our minds, uh huh
The inmates keep on shuffling out for borscht
Surreptitiuosly, we beg the guards for morscht
So glad you have been released as rehabilitated from your recent incarceration in treatment center. Those guards...errr treatment facilitators...tried to snap the spine out of you, but you persevered and head faked the treatment facilitators into believing their own success. Now you're shuffling out in the bright sunshine of the beet field again. What joy!!
jackalopelipsky


jackalopelipsky
Comrade Callmelennie wrote:Quote:
In treatment centers we're confined, uh huhBrutal guards do break our minds, uh huh
The inmates keep on shuffling out for borscht
Surreptitiuosly, we beg the guards for morscht
So glad you have been released as rehabilitated from your recent incarceration in treatment center. Those guards...errr treatment facilitators...tried to snap the spine out of you, but you persevered and head faked the treatment facilitators into believing their own success. Now you're shuffling out in the bright sunshine of the beet field again. What joy!!
jackalopelipskyAlas, I had thought my reeducation would have been completed by 2017, but here I remain. Now a slave to the mounting costs of my reeducation loans. It never ends