Sunday afternoon. Just an ordinary day.
Guns shooting two policemen.
Just the normal riot in the city Moscow.
We shot three people, we killed two kids,
I saw a tank passing. So what?

I am Lenin, the T-shirt said on the back,
in the front a red star and the middle finger.
I like to be a star and maybe have a car,
you know, just like any other rich kid.
I lied when I said I knew my mother,
nobody is a genius at chess,
I want two houses and a Christmas ball,
where Baryshnikov will twirl two girls in a ballet.
Ha-ha, this is life, I am Lenin,
the future in space and guns on fire.