VIKTOR WAS BORN
IN THE SPRING
OF FORTY-FOUR
AND NEVER SAW
HIS FATHER ANYMORE
A CHILD OF SARIFICE
A CHILD OF WAR
ANOTHER SON
WHO NEVER HAD
A FATHER AFTER LENINGRAD
WENT OFF TO SCHOOL
AND LEARNED TO
SERVE THE STATE
FOLLOWED THE RULES
AND DRANK HIS
VODKA STRAIGHT
THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE
WAS DROWN THE HATE
A RUSSIAN LIFE WAS VERY SAD
AND SUCH WAS LIFE
IN LENINGRAD
I WAS BORN IN FORTY-NINE
A COLD WAR KID
IN McCARTHY TIME
STOP 'EM AT THE
THIRTY-EIGHTH PARALLEL
BLAST THOSE YELLOW
REDS TO HELL
AND COLD WAR KIDS
WERE HARD TO KILL
UNDER THEIR DESKS
IN AN AIR RAID DRILL
HAVEN'T THEY HEARD
WE WON THE WAR
WHAT DO THEY KEEP ON
FIGHTIN' FOR
VIKTOR WAS SENT
TO SOME RED ARMY TOWN
SERVED OUT HIS TIME
BEAME A CIRCUS CLOWN
THE GREATEST HAPPINESS
HE'D EVER FOUND
WAS MAKING RUSSIAN
CHILDREN GLAD
AND CHILDREN LIVED
IN LENINGRAD
BUT CHILDREN LIVED
IN LEVITTOWN
AND HID IN THE SHELTERS
UNDERGROUND
'TIL THE SOVIETS TURNED
THEIR SHIPS AROUND
AND TORE THE CUBAN
MISSILES DOWN
AND IN THAT BRIGHT
OTOBER SUN
WE KNEW OUR CHILDHOOD
DAYS WERE DONE
AND I WATCHED MY
FRIENDS GO OFF TO WAR
WHAT DO THEY KEEP
ON FIGHTIN' FOR
AND SO MY CHILD AND I
CAME TO THIS PLACE
TO MEET HIM EYE TO EYE
AND FACE TO FACE
HE MADE MY DAUGHTER LAUGH
THEN WE EMBRACED
WE NEVER KNEW
WHAT FRIENDS WE HAD
UNTIL WE CAME TO LENINGRAD