| Comrades, people of the world, we ain’t got nothing to lose but the goddamn |
| bourgeoisie blues. Mr I.V. Lenin, the Lenin of Love, gonna make us feel so fine |
| with a hit of Socialism In The Mainline.] |
| Bourgeois parlimentarianism, the highest state of society. |
| (No way) |
| Third World debt, Third World exploitation. |
| (Damn) |
| What a society were living in, |
| (You're right, I.V.) |
| Selling Third World drugs at First World prices! |
| They say Lenin was wrong. Who says? |
| (That's right) |
| Its enough to give me the fucking blues. |
| I know you’re searching for some new sensation |
| 'Cos I saw you with the Sugarman. |
| You took a taste of that sweet salvation, |
| Now you’re eating out the palm of his hand. |
| You hear some line from a song that reminds you |
| Of the time when you were seventeen. |
| The memory moves you but you feel kind of confused, |
| 'Cos now money is your melody. |
| Looks like |
| Temptation’s got a hold on you |
| She’s eating away at your dreams |
| And you’re so hungry for that smell of money |
| You’ve been wasting away for years |
| Hear you’ve been hustling with some heavy connections |
| Hooked up on those dollars and dimes. |
| You were looking for thrills and dressed up to kill |
| Any motherfucker messing with your goldmine. |
| Now you walk the line, trying to buy yourself time |
| You want a honey-backed guarantee. |
| But the bees they are buzzing, and the flies they are humming, |
| Round the holes in your hypocrisy. |