Song parody of
The Basement of the Lubyanka
by Betty Goo
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When this began I was talking with my dad
About the ways we thought it maybe could go
I reminisced about when I was a kid
And the morbid thoughts I couldn't control
A drama queen who thought he'd end up on the list
And be waiting for a knock on the door
Never suspected I'd be lining up for bread
Like a Muscovite in 1924
Hard to believe we've been cooped up for a year
But the calendar and time never lie
It seems so normal now and that's the thing
That's gonna make me wanna break down and cry
But wait, there's more, seems every single day
Brings us news we know we'd rather never hear
And so it's back to those murky daydreams
And my rote authoritarian fears
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
"Lavrenty what's become of us
And all our expectations?
Through long nights
Deep chill frights
All alone"
It's fair to say I've read a lot of Bulgakov
And Solzhenitsyn, Pilnyak, and Trotsky
But it didn't take a scholar on the 6th
To see how perilously close we may be
Now it's tempting to declare we're moving on
We were lucky that they're so inept
But we all saw it and the fools don't know
We're just a couple little lazy baby steps from
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
When this began I was talking with my dad
About the ways we thought it maybe could go
I reminisced about when I was a kid
And the morbid thoughts I couldn't control
A drama queen who thought he'd end up on the list
And be waiting for a knock on the door
Never suspected I'd be lining up for bread
Like a Muscovite in 1924
Hard to believe we've been cooped up for a year
But the calendar and time never lie
It seems so normal now and that's the thing
That's gonna make me wanna break down and cry
But wait, there's more, seems every single day
Brings us news we know we'd rather never hear
And so it's back to those murky daydreams
And my rote authoritarian fears
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
"Lavrenty what's become of us
And all our expectations?
Through long nights
Deep chill frights
All alone"
It's fair to say I've read a lot of Bulgakov
And Solzhenitsyn, Pilnyak, and Trotsky
But it didn't take a scholar on the 6th
To see how perilously close we may be
Now it's tempting to declare we're moving on
We were lucky that they're so inept
But we all saw it and the fools don't know
We're just a couple little lazy baby steps from
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
A bullet in the back of the neck
In the basement of the Lubyanka
