Perestroika Love Talkshow Boy

Someone pushed the button on the perestroika lovers
It's like a cityscape within a city
Innercity revolutionary areas
Scrawling lovenotes to their lovers screaming out of windows in the middle of
The morning
Yawning in the middle of the morning
Scrawling in the middle of the morning

Many years Ukrainians fought for independence and for freedom
Fighting so resiliently against the relentless oppression
Trying to preserve thеir culture which was being choked by Russians
Knee-deep in this creepy feeling callеd love in the former Soviet Union

Perestroika perestroika perestroika perestroika
Perestroika baby-hammer sickle be yr soviet boy

Something's got control of you, and you can't hold yr head up high
You walk to your classroom, schoolroom, anything
You are the stylish, always-on-the-money police
I fry at the sight of you, oh baby, anything you do can not be wrong
You're always on the money, baby, you do your hair in the soviet limelight

I'm so dead I can't articulate what I want to say and if I want to say it anyway
Resiliently, I cry against the sick oppression in the world
I got my culture and I'm changing my name and my ethnicity like I dunno, y'know
Knee-deep in a new old feeling called love in the former One! Two! Three! Four!